Scarlett
The stone won’t stop pulsating. It hums in my palm, warm with its own heartbeat. I stare down at it and can’t help but feel like it’s waiting. I sit with it close, next to a half-dead campfire and a very awake Liam.
Where did this stone even come from? I don’t remember picking it up. But I do remember Rhodes’ voice in that dream I had. The way the forest cracked around him, the way he vanished like it wasn’t the end.
And now this thing in my hand? It buzzes like it knows him. Like maybe some part of him bled into it, which makes me want to protect it.
“That stone smells weird… You sure that stone isn’t cursed?” Liam asks.
“I’m not sure about anything.”
He studies me and the stone. Doesn’t press. Just watches the way my fingers trace the carvings like I might unlock somethin
