Scarlett’s POV-
A hand clamped down on my shoulder, pulling me to face the person who belonged to the hand. Damien’s worried face came into view. He gripped both my shoulders and shook me slightly. “Scarlett, Scarlett, can you hear us?”
I nodded slowly. As Birsha came into view, “What is wrong? We were calling your name, you didn’t respond, you didn’t even move.”
“I... I didn’t hear you. I was staring at those,” I finally spoke, my head turning to look down at all the drawings on the table.
They followed my line of sight and I felt them both stiffen next to me. I bent down and picked them up, and whispered, “Who drew these? They are not from any point of view of our side.”
“They looked to be from the point of view of someone on Einar’s side. So, how did they even get here,” Damien w
