"I come to work every morning and I see what words come out of the typewriter." — Kurt Vonnegut
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Vivian had willingly sacrificed her to the devil, that was the first thought in Scarlett's head. Maybe she should have come clean with Vivian? But then it was too late to cry over spilled milk. The only thing she could do now was to do damage control - if that was possible.
How had Scarlett known she was dealing with the devil? Simple, his eyes. Although Jasper's blue eyes remained the same, after she recovered her memories, Scarlett gained some enlightenment. She remembered everything vividly; the way Sam smiled; the calculative yet playful glint in his eyes; the way his lips curved in a smile and of course, his demeanor. So when their eyes met, she knew it was him. Instantly.
