LAURA'S POV
My body tensed beneath Elijah, still warm from what we’d shared, but my mind was no longer on the sheets tangled around us.
“Elijah…” I whispered, breath catching. “There’s someone outside.”
He sat up, instinct sharp in his eyes. I slipped from the bed, pulling his shirt over my body as I moved to the window.
And that’s when I saw her.
Scarlet.
Crouched in the garden.
The moonlight revealed just enough—her silhouette hunched near the rose bushes, digging with her hands, trying to bury something.
“Scarlet?” I called, knocking on the glass.
She froze.
But she didn’t turn.
She didn’t even flinch.
“Scarlet!” I shouted again.
Still no response.
She dropped whatever she held and bolted—melting into the shadows of the trees like she’d never been there at all.
“Elijah!”
