Scarlett's pov.“You owe me, Scarlett,” Seymour said, his voice dropping into a raspy, ominous hum.I stumbled back a bit as I stared at the grotesque scar on the side of his face. The twisted, melted skin dragged down his jaw, pulling his mouth into a permanent, monstrous sneer.I inhaled deeply, forcing my trembling lungs to expand, before letting out a shuddering breath.“You…” I swallowed hard, finding my footing. “You deserved it.”Something dangerously bright flashed through his cold blue eyes, a flicker of pure, unhinged malice, before a slow, dark smile spread lazily across his face.“I see you've still got that feisty little attitude,” Seymour chuckled, shaking his head. “I would have been greatly disappointed if you'd lost your bite after all these years.”Then he stepped back just an inch, his eyes gleaming.“Where are my children?!” I asked impatiently, stepping forward again, my hands clenching into tight fists.Seymour gave me a small, mocking look at the fierce demand
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