I straightened, meeting his gaze with as much defiance as I could muster. “You may think you hold all the cards, Simon, but you don’t. I’ve survived prison. I can survive anything you throw at me.”
Simon laughed, a dark, mocking sound that echoed in the quiet night. “We’ll see about that, Zara. Just remember, you’re playing a dangerous game.”
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing alone in the cold. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each more terrifying than the last. The beggar… I had known him, had often given him my leftover food and chatted with him when no one else would. The thought of him being dead and Scarlett being the one responsible, filled me with a deep, burning rage.
