Rhodes
Scarlett is asleep.
That should give me relief, but it doesn’t.
Because her head is still resting on my chest. Her body is curled close like I’m some kind of safety blanket, and I can’t move. It’s like when your pet finds their peace in your lap and you just decide to die. With them in your lap.
That’s my reality now.
The fire crackles softly. We are far in the maze and spending the night where we have heard no others. Violet, however, has been here. Her scent is faint, but I know she is safe since the place also smells like Cassian. They are definitely together, which is why I think it is perfectly okay for me and Scarlett to rest.
Shadows flicker over the green wall of the maze, but all I can see is Scarlett’s face. Flushed. Lips slightly parted. Sweat dotting her temple.
