Chapter 8: The Angel or The Devil

***Scarlett***

Sir Vik got his composure back. He opened the store, reaching out for me with one of his hand.

“Let’s get you out of here.”

I nod, taking his hand in mine. “Uncle Vik, how do I get out of here?”

“Leave that to me," he said.

I trusted him.

When he told me to leave it to him, I didn’t doubt him for a second. I knew he would know what to do.

He used the emergency door which I had used earlier. So I followed him.

“Where are we going to? What’s at this side of the house?” I asked as we continued to walk further away from the house.

“You need to hurry, Scarlett.”

I increased my pace. “I’m sorry, you almost got hurt because of me. Thank you for masking my scent.” I lowered my head, feeling sorry for what had happened back in the house.

“It’s okay.” He turned around to face me. “Are you okay? I …mean …you saw them doing it too, didn’t you?”

I stared back at him. My eyes narrowed. “You knew about it?”

He nodded slightly and looked away. “I saw them at a hotel in to