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CHAPTER ONE

"I was born for the storm, and a calm does not suit me"

~Andrew Jackson

PRESENT DAY

SCARLETT

He was here He was actually fucking here

On this plane My plane In my cabin

How dare he?

This was not allowed, and he fucking knew it

I slapped itatedly, over and over, like I had a twitch and I couldn’t stop

"Ohout of the curtain "What’s he doing here?"

Hu me was the answer to that, but I didn’t say it aloud

That bastard I was grinding oing sharp as she studied me closely "I’ll take the cabin this tialley You don’t even need to see hiht attendant position in our crew, and she kneell enough to know about hiirl to my bad, the sweet to my sour, the nice to my vicious, the peaces I’d never be, and I loved her for it Adored the ground she walked on

And she knew about me and Dante About our history She knew alh she was one of the only ones besidesmyself even consider it He kneas here, of course he did For whatever twisted reason, he was on this plane, had bought a ticket just to seehow hard it was for reatest weapon when it came to Dante

So sharpness

"I can handle him," I told her And it was the truth It would hurt like hell, but it was a pain I was familiar with

She bit her lip and nodded She was the sweetest thing So sweet, I wished I could be more like her I couldn’t I’d tried once or twice, but the results had been laughable

Leona had been raised by doting parents that loved her, in a world where being kind was a virtue

I had not I had been shaped by petty meanness in a world that had tried fro hard was the only way to survive

"Is he alone?" I asked

"I think so So far"

The so far wasn’t without reason The last tiht me out, he hadn’t been alone, the bastard

In all fairness, I probably shouldn’t have taken it so personal He was rarely alone