THE PLANE HOOVERED THROUGH THE CLEAR SKY. Scarlet was leaning forward as she sat facing Chris, whom she had now come to know as the god of fire. They had boarded a private jet that was planned to land in Europe, where in Europe. She didn't know. She was comfortable because this was her first time on a jet or any aircraft in her entire life
Chris grabbed a glass and poured wine. He lifted it and sipped it with his eyes fixed on Scarlet.
A bitterness crept onto her face. "What?" she asked Chris
"Nothing much. It's just that I can't believe that you're just a kid, like all this stress pressed on a sixteen-year-old"
"Two years now so am going to go with eighteen,"
"But you haven't aged a day these past two years,"
"You don't know how the universe works,"
