Chapter 227

Clay’s POV

“We had to put Scarlett on a sedative to calm her down,” Lucian said, his voice heavy with guilt as we sat in the dimly lit living room.

“She was too devastated, and her magic started acting up. She burned me once without even realizing it.” He shook his head, his eyes clouded with worry.

“I knew she wouldn’t take the news well. Keith Harold… Whether we like it or not, he was a part of her life. A significant part, however brief. I don’t know

how we’re supposed to make this better.”

The room fell into a tense silence as the weight of the situation hung over us. Scarlett, exhausted from her grief, finally slept, her magic subdued for now.

But none of us could rest. There was too much at stake.