057 | RETURN OF THE SCARLETT

Scarlett’s POV

There wasn’t a big enough word to describe how downright odd it felt to be back at Moose Creek. Strange only skimmed the surface, and bizarre felt too fun, too flamboyant, too… kooky.

Being back with Enzo should’ve been fun. Parts of it were – holding his hand still sent bolts of lightning tingling upwards from the point of contact, and his idle chatter about British television shows still made me laugh. There was something intrinsically different about us both, though, which I came to realise only truly once we’d made it back to his home.

We’d both been thrown into the fire. It had forged me, but it had melted him.

Of course, I was far from unbroken. But I felt stronger inside than I ever had before, my conviction to do the right thing by my human friends and my determination to not harm anyone with my wild new powers holding me steady. I knew what I wanted to do and what I needed to do. That was enough to keep me upright on the days when everything became too much.

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