Scarlett
Selling your soul to a Lycan tyrant doesn’t always come with shackles. Sometimes, it comes with a suspiciously quiet day off and no one yelling at you to scrub another toilet.
I’m going to enjoy it in the sunlight with my sister and Isabella.
The garden isn’t the kind of place you’d expect. It’s not overly neat. It’s overgrown. Flowers bloom in secret corners. Bees hum like they’re hiding secrets.
I like it. It’s the only soft place I’ve found here that doesn’t come with a snarl attached.
And Violet and Isabella are already here.
My sister is curled on a wooden bench under a sycamore tree. A knit blanket is wrapped around her delicate shoulders, cheeks flushed the lightest pink I’ve seen in weeks.
Isabella is beside her, braiding her blue hair. Violet loves to color it and
