CHAPTER 15: SCARLETT & DAMIEN
258 Words
The wind was still.
Not dead—just... holding its breath.
Scarlett stood beside the car, the black hoodie pulled over her hair, the edge of her blade barely visible against her hip. Her eyes were fixed on Harold’s house in the distance—lights low, gates locked, silence humming with threat.
Damien joined her, closing the car door gently behind him. He didn’t speak right away. Just stood there, side by side with her, the night pressing in around them like a second skin.
She finally broke the silence.
“Once we go in… there’s no second shot.”
He nodded slowly, eyes on the house.
“I know.”
“You sure you’re not going to freeze up when it’s time to pull the pin?”
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“I’ve been waiting to burn this lie down for years, Scar. You just brought the match.”
She looked at him then, really looked.
And for the first time, she didn’t feel alone in it.
Not entirely.
She exhaled sharply—part frustration, part grounding.
“Let’s make this clean. No stalling. No speeches. Just in, out, done.”
He turned to her, voice softer now.
“Whatever happens in there… we walk out.”
Scarlett nodded once.
“Alive or on fire.”
A quiet beat passed. The wind shifted slightly, brushing against them like the night finally exhaled.
They both stepped forward.
Toward the house.
Toward the reckoning.
Toward the end of everything that used to be.
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