043 | SCARLETT IN THE CITY

Scarlett’s POV

It had all seemed so simple to begin with. I guessed that things were, when I didn’t know if I’d manage to escape. There was no room for self-doubt when every day was an act of rebellion and survival. Now that I had broken free, my emotions – emotions I’d crushed down and tried to ignore before – were getting in the way.

Maybe the problem was that I’d made the plan too simple. There had been, at most, two words per point: run away, find job, get apartment. Beyond that, I’d known that I wanted to fly to Canada as soon as I could afford it to be with Alpha Enzo. But that was all. There had been no headings, no sub-headings, no bullet points to expand upon the details.

Since leaving Ayers Rock, I’d not seen any sign of Ryker or his cronies following me. Adelaide was a big city, and I not only had a new name now but also new hair. I’d chopped it down to shoulder length, crying all the while, and then bleached it and box dyed it to a warm shade of honey. It wasn’t me; I did