Scarlett (Second Edition)
she said, her voice dropping ominously, “it will save its best for you.”
A chill ran down my spine at her words. Midnight’s presence, usually strong and steady, receded, her unease mirroring my own.
“Do we stand a chance?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Elsa didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she moved to retrieve a bowl of water. Returning to the center of the garden, she placed it on the ground. “I want all of you to wash your hands in this bowl,” she instructed. “Then hold hands and focus.”