Epilogue
Rhett
S he was still bleeding.
I don’t know how she hadn’t bled out already.
Trace was on his knees, whispering something I couldn’t hear, his hands stained red and shaking. Alden didn’t say a word. He just pressed harder on the wound like he could hold her soul in place if he pushed hard enough.
Her eyes were closed.
Too still.
Too quiet.
Zeke kept yelling into the comm—demanding evac, but no one was listening anymore.
Not really.
The woods around us had gone silent. Like the trees were watching. Like the war had paused to witness this.
Kane had gone pale. Sloane’s hand covered her mouth. And I—I couldn’t breathe.
I’d seen death before.
But not like this.
Not when the people who loved her were unraveling in real time.
Not when the bond—the one that tied them all together— flickered and began to fade.
Trace’s voice cracked. “Please.”
“Scarlett,” Alden whispered like a prayer already buried.
And I stood there, watching them fall apart.
Watching the strongest two people I knew come undone over one girl.
Scarlett.
The heir.
The fire.
And maybe, just maybe… the end of all of us.