47: A morning run?

SCARLETT

Absentmindedly, I took down a customer’s coffee and pastry order and passed it to the chef’s assistant before letting my mind drift back to the one thought that’d been on a loop in my head.

It’s been a little over a week, yet, Ken’s death hasn’t stopped weighing on my fragile heart.

No matter how much I thought of it, Ken’s punishment wasn’t worth his offense. In fact, no one should be that quick to kill anyone else, not even a powerful hybrid that thinks he can strut around with the world in his palms.

It’s baffling and frankly unnerving that he would kill a man over gossip that died out in hours.

But at the same time, it made sense that he’d be capable of doing something like that and seeing no wrong in it. Besides, he’d ruined hundreds of lives when he closed down countless businesses and didn’t feel a tad bit apologetic about it.

That bastard ruined my life and acted like it was a normal day in the office and I’d overreacted about it.

Well, good riddance to bad rubbish. N