Chapter 257:A Cold Shoulder

(Scarlett's POV) I traced the frosty patterns forming on the window while waiting for updates about Hazel's rescue. The snow continued to fall heavily outside, blanketing everything in white. My phone buzzed, and I quickly snatched it up. "Hazel? Any news?" I asked, hoping the driver had reached her by now. "Not yet," she replied, her teeth chattering audibly. "How much longer do you think it'll take?" "Wilson said the driver should be there any minute," I assured her, feeling guilty that I wasn't the one rescuing her myself. "I'm sorry I can't come get you myself." "Too dangerous for you to drive?" Hazel asked, a hint of surprise in her voice. I sighed dramatically. "Apparently, according to my overprotective mate, I'm not allowed to drive in this weather." "Really? But aren't you trained in all kinds of combat driving?" Hazel asked, knowing full well my capabilities. "I've seen you handle vehicles in conditions much worse than this." "Tell that to Roman," I replied with a sma