Thankfully, Velma hadn’t gotten far since she stormed out; and while her pace was pretty strong, it wasn’t anything more than an angry half jog blinded by the tears. Velma wasn’t as fast as Scarlett, being a bit shorter and not a trained warrior. It didn’t take long for Scarlett to catch up when she was in a full-out sprint.
Scarlett announced her presence with a small noise before grabbing onto Velma’s shoulder and stopping her from walking straight out into the street where any car could just come up and hit her.
“Come on. Miss Tilly’s place might be a walk, but everyone’s busy eating lunch.” The streets were mostly dead, and no one was going to bother a crying girl and her viciously protective friend.
“Did you claw his face off?” sniffed Velma, the tears finally starting to slow as they got closer to home.
“No, but only because I ran after you. Trust me, he and Rowan are both on my sh*t list and will be for quite a while.”
