Scarlett's POV
I looked down at her hands gripping my arms, completely confused. My mind raced, trying to parse her words through the thick layer of suspicion that had been protecting my heart for years. How was I supposed to help her? What did she mean?
"Scar, they will die," she begged, her grip tightening as she shook my arms. "Please help me."
I frowned, my empathy instantly turning back into a cold, protective shield. I yanked my arms out of her tight grip, forcing her to take a step back.
"There is nothing I can do, Ma'am Olivia," I said, my voice hardening. "I am not the Moon Goddess. I can't just rewrite their fate on a whim. I have done enough. I have sacrificed five years of my life, my home, and my peace, and right now, I am not doing that again. I am done running, and I am done hiding."
Olivia opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off, stepping firmly into her space.
