Scarlett (Second Edition)
She motioned for us to follow her into her divination room, and we settled in, though the unease only grew.
“A shift in the wind,” she murmured, her voice low and foreboding, “and it’s not for the better.”
I bit back a frustrated sigh. “First, we find Scarlett,” I said firmly. “We’ll worry about any changes in the wind later.”
Elsa’s gaze snapped to me, and she raised an eyebrow, a trace of dark humour flashing in her tired eyes. “Lose your mate, did you?” she asked, her voice laced with a wry amusement. “She isn’t some object you misplaced. Try saying she ran from the three of you. Now that sounds closer to the truth.” She let out a dry laugh that grated against the tension in the room.