Chapter 8: Sacred Moon Wine and Suspicions
(Scarlett's POV)
The dryness in my throat pulled me from the edges of sleep. My eyes fluttered open, meeting the dim, soft glow of my private healing den. I felt groggy, every muscle in my body reminding me of the toll the day had taken - emotionally and physically.
The image of Steven still lingered in my mind. His amused, smug expression as he caught me in what was probably the least dignified moment of my life. Exhaustion had driven me to seek refuge here, away from him, but it seemed even sleep couldn’t give me true peace.
My throat burned, begging for relief. Groaning softly, I sat up and shuffled across the cool stone floor. The faint light of the spring at the center of the den guided my way, glinting off the scattered crystals I us
