❝She's one of those girls you just can't walk away from. One of those girls you will never forget, no matter how hard you might try.❞
BOOK ONE OF THE SCARLETT CHRONICLES |
After being kidnapped as a young child, seventeen year old Scarlett Grey is...
Based purely on the fact that the last text message I had received was a threat, accompanied by a photograph taken entirely for blackmail purposes, it was safe to say I was slightly terrified to open my messages. My state of intoxication was not helping matter either, and my lips curved down into a worried frown.
But that worry was not warranted, and when I looked down at the dimmed screen of my cell phone, I let out an audible sigh of relief.
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Instinctively, I looked up. Sure enough, just over Violet's shoulder was Noah, looking just as impossibly attractive as ever in his lacrosse jersey and artfully worn blue jeans.
I looked down quickly as a small smile tugged at my lips, despite my efforts to keep my cool.
Just as I was about to tuck my phone away, it buzzed in my hand once again and I swiftly opened the newest message.
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I couldn't fight the blush as a rush of blood warmed my cheeks, or the drunken, girlish giggle that erupted from my lips.
Dipping my head forward so that my once again tangled mess hair concealed my face from Violet and Aimee as they danced nearby, and I typed out a quick reply.
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I cringed the second I saw his words on the screen. Letting my eyes drift upwards I noticed that Noah was still leaning against the wall where he had been before, his soft gaze meeting mine pointedly, and his lips tugged into his familiar smirk.
