Scarlett felt someone scooping her into their arms, as she could hear the sounds of a familiar voice, one she felt she had heard not so long ago.
"You'll be fine, your mate will kill him. Warren took my blood," the feminine voice whispered to her. She wanted to confirm who it was, but she couldn't bring herself to open her eyes. The pain she felt was harrowing; it felt like she was being stabbed all over her body, again, and again, and again.
She let out a small cry of agony, trying her best to maintain steady breathing. She herself didn't understand how she was thinking logically, she should have been focused only on her suffering, yet she was centered on Damien's death. And she was centered on surviving.
"Scarlett, love, just hold on," another voice said to her, one she recognized imm
