![]() “I’m sorry,” said Scarlet, her voice teetering with exhaustion. Wolf froze, hurt flickering across his face. When he was in arm’s reach, Scarlet almost collapsed into him, but at the last moment she had the presence of mind to step back. “Where did you get this?” So desperate, so determined, so him. He growled, ready to tear the princess apart. Her hand tightened around the knife handle as Wolf, ignoring how Winter was trying to pull away, grabbed her arm and smelled the filthy red sleeve of Scarlet’s hoodie, streaked with dirt and blood. ![]() Wanting to run toward him, but terrified it was a trick. She took a stumbling, uncertain step forward. The man stared at Winter with a mixture of confusion and disappointment and maybe even anger, all locked up in eyes so vividly green that Scarlet could see them glowing from here. Grabbing Winter’s elbow, he yanked back the red hood. ![]() Winter tensed half a second before he reached her. A man barrelled around the corner, heading straight for the princess. She reached for the knife Jacin had given her. Pounding footsteps, like someone was running at full speed toward them. ![]() Scarlet’s pace slowed, dread pulsing through her as she, too, heard the footsteps. ![]() “Winter’s head snapped around, away from Scarlet. ![]()
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