Scarlet’s POV
The meeting had ended, and Phantom Moon was making preparations to depart. I sat quietly, watching as everyone gathered their things. My thoughts were elsewhere. I tried to look around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Dante, but he was nowhere to be found. A gnawing sense of dread tightened around my chest, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was coming, something beyond my control.
Shouldn't I feel relief that I had escaped the suffocating grip of the Moonlord pack? But no, all I could feel was an unsettling anxiety, a foreboding that kept gnawing at my insides.
"Miss Rossetti, please sit in the car, we are leaving," the soldier's voice broke through my thoughts.
I stood while my mind still swirling, and replied without thinking, "Please refer to me as Scarlet Blackthorn in the future."
The words felt strange but they also felt right. Blackthorn was my mother’s last name. Since Mr. Rosetti was no longer my father, it seemed only fitting to sever that connection
