Rhodes
Scarlett stares at me like I just ripped out her heart and stomped on it like a cigarette. I wince inwardly. I didn’t mean for my words to come out like that.
Hell, I didn’t mean to say anything at all.
But now it’s too late. Scarlett’s lips are parted. Her eyes are wide. And for one terrifying moment, I think she is going to ask what I mean. That she is going to look too far into what I just said.
So I shut it down. The only way I know how.
With coldness.
Distance.
Safety.
I look away to end the discussion, leaning against the temple wall while trying to breathe through the pain in my chest. It’s manageable now. Scarlett did something with her silver wolf magic. It wasn’t enough to heal me fully, but it was enough to keep me alive.
I’m grateful, but she shouldn’t have save
