Scarlett
The deeper we go...the quieter the forest becomes.
The birds stop singing. The trees seem to hold their breath.
I try not to read into it, but every step I take lands a little too loud. The frost under my boots sounds like it’s cracking through a graveyard. It makes every step count. Even every broken breath from my lungs is important since it could be noticed by something I don’t want to catch the attention of.
Rhodes walks a few steps behind me, quiet as death. If I didn’t know him, I’d think he was a ghost. Something summoned by the blood on the wind.
He’s letting me lead, but I feel the heat of him behind me—watching. Ready to protect me if needed. Dying and yet... Bigger. Stronger. Much stronger than me.
I never thought he would stay away the curse broke. Seeing him her
