“Well, this was delightful.” Scarlett stares at me, holds my gaze, probing. The fuck is she up to? I narrow my eyes at her, which only makes her smile harder. “For an Assassin wannabe, you’re rather attractive when you’re angry.” “Well, you’re more attractive when I can’t see you.” She laughs and pulls open the door. “It was a pleasure, Poisoner.” “Go fuck yourself, Assassin,” I spit. But the door slams and I can hear her laughing as she disappears down the street. Scarlett Grey.
