CHAPTER NINETEEN

Scarlett’s POV

As we continued our journey, the silence between us grew more and more palpable. The woman who had been injured led the way, her determined expression belying the pain that was evident in her eyes. Every now and then, I would steal a glance at her, attempting to decipher her thoughts and emotions.

We walked for what felt like hours, navigating through twisting passageways and treacherous terrain. Despite the physical strain of our trek, the woman refused to slow down, pushing forward with a fierce determination that left me in awe.

As we made our way through the maze-like walls, we eventually came across a hidden gem - a small alcove that was easy to miss. Tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the main thoroughfare, this alcove was a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world.

Despite its small size, the alcove was full of character and charm. The walls were made of rough stone, and the ceiling was draped with vines that spilled down in cascades of green. The ai