“Why are you so nervous, Scarlett?” “Me? I’m not.” Lie. “Is it because you feel uncomfortable around me—” “No, I—” “Or because you think I don’t know where Pen is?” My stomach plummets. I try to look at him, but his hold stays strong. “Calm down.” His voice is even-keeled. “You know you don’t have to feel guilty about any of this, right? It’s something you were dragged into. I’m just glad that cutting out your air supply last week didn’t kill any brain cells.”
