Chapter 229

Scarlett’s POV

Keith was sitting on a couch, his posture relaxed but weary, chatting animatediy with Maxwell and Clay. His clothes were worn and bloodied, and his fac

carried the weight of exhaustion, but he was alive. Beside him sat a striking red-haired woman, her appearance similarly battle-worn but vibrant. I didn’

know who the was, and in that moment, it didn’t matter.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I began to question if what I was seeing was real. Was this a dream? My mind played cruel tricks on me often enough, w

visions that blurred the line between reality and fantasy. What if this was just another one?

“Keith” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.