Scarlett’s Point of View
My hands trembled as I clenched my phone, my finger dialing my mother's number. She had dragged me into this mess, and now I wasn't certain if I'd live or lose my life at any second. If Asher decided to kill his own flesh and blood, he'd never spare my life, and I wasn't ready to die yet. I wasn't ready to leave Asherly behind.
The sound of my ragged breath echoed in the empty room, the shimmering red blood still etched on the ground, the knife in the same place where I'd left it. I had no strength to do anything except think about my own life.
My mother's face flushed on the screen, her eyebrows pulled together as her eyes fell on me over a video call.
“Scarlett, have you looked at the time?” Her tone dripped with annoyance. “Why are you calling me so late at
