SCARLETT ROSE
I walk across the office, feeling Kieran’s eyes burning into my back. My heart feels heavy, the air seems too thick, and my hands tremble slightly as I search for something to focus on. I stop near the desk, staring at the books he brought into this nightmare. My fingers touch the polished wood before pointing to the chaotic array of texts and symbols scattered before us.
“You’re telling me that on the night she died, Maya cast a spell or something dark that linked her soul to mine? That’s ridiculous, Kieran. I’m not her!”
My voice echoes through the room, each word laden with disbelief and frustration.
He stands up slowly, running his hands through his hair in a gesture that reveals his tension.
“You are unique, Scarlett.”
“It doesn’t feel like it anymore.”
I let ou
