"Who is Scarlett Jones?" Fernando's question reverberated around the silent room in a small, bone chilling echo and all eyes turned to Jean. Even Aarya Shamshar who had been staring at the wall all day was now staring at him with mild interest shining in her brown irises.
The anger in Jean's eyes cleared for a split second and was momentarily replaced with unbridled shock, but then the shock was gone in a flash, as fast as it came and his face turned expressionless, eyes dark and cold...and murderous.
A fire pit of panic had been ignited in his stomach by that question, blazing hot with worry and anxiousness as his mind went into a panicked frenzy.
How did he know? Just how much exactly did he know?
