Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 120

Scarlett

Chapter 120

Lucian’s POV

Clay’s voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp with disappointment and anger. “Reverse that order, Lucian, You’ve done enough!” His words stung, a mix of frustration and something deeper, something that made my chest ache. I couldn’t understand why he felt so strongly. I only wanted to catch Stasia, to get

answers.

“Catching Stasia won’t bring Scarlett back,” Maxwell added, his tone soker but no less reproachful. “Leave the florist alone, Lucian. She’s done nothing wrong.”

The truth in their words hit me hard, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Reluctantly, I linked the guards, canceling the order to detain Martha. But the decision unsettled me, gnawing at the edges of my mind. Something inside me still believed Martha might hold a key, some clue that could help us find Scarlett or track down Stasia. Yet, I kept that doubt to myself, burying it beneath the weight of guilt. I knew Maxwell and Clay had grown weary of my choices–choices that had cost us more than we could bear. So I let them have their way, even if meant swallowing my instincts.

We rode in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts, the air heavy with unspoken words and regrets. The journey felt endless, stretching with the weight of everything left unsaid. Finally, we reached the small town where Elsa, the seer, lived. Her cottage was perched at the edge of town, a place shrouded in mystery and quiet. As we stepped inside, we found Elsa sitting at her small wooden table, bags packed and ready by her side. Her eyes glinted with something unreadable as she looked up at us.

“Going somewhere?” I asked, unable to hide the suspicion in my voice.

Elsa smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. “What did you come here for?” she replied, motioning us to sit without actually offering a seat.

The tension between us was palpable. Clay didn’t bother with pleasantries. His voice was cold and direct, the frustration clear in his eyes. “You rarely give us straight answers, Elsa. We don’t need vague guidance today. Something strange has happened, and we need real help.”

I could feel the ache in Clay’s voice, echoing the pain in my own chest. We were all hurting, lost, desperate. Elsa’s gaze shifted to me, and she looked at me with a mix of pity and a sly sort of satisfaction.

“You agree you’re a fool, Lucian–a fool who doesn’t deserve her,” she said bluntly, her words aimed solely at me. There was no sympathy in her tone, only

hard truth. She didn’t need to ask why we’d come; she already knew.

I swallowed the shame, unable to deny it. “I agree,” I said softly, feeling the sting of her words. It was the truth, and saying it aloud made the weight of my

failures even heavier.

Her face softened a fraction, and she continued, “It’s nothing serious. She simply did to the three of what the Elders

you

intended

to do to her.”

Her words confused me, but I listened intently, feeling the tension building. “What do you mean?” I asked, frowning as I tried to grasp her meaning.

Elsa’s smile widened, knowing and cryptic. “Part of the Elders‘ judgment was that the three of you would come to me, and I would sever her connection to

you. So the three of you could move on.”

Her words left me cold. Sever the connection? The bond that tied us to Scarlett was the one constant, the one piece of her we could still feel. But Elsa’s gaze

remained firm, unflinching.

“With the bond severed, you wouldn’t feel pain if you are with someone else. It would allow three of you to find peace, to move forward.” Her words carried a finality that sank into me, twisting my heart.

I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to yell, to demand answers that would undo the hurt. “And what about Scarlett?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper,

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afraid of what I might hear

Elsa’s expression hardened. “Scarlett would feel it each time she was with someone, each time you were with someone else. The Elders wanted her to suffer for what they believed she had done. But instead, she turned the tables. She severed herself from you, shielding you from that pain, taking it all upon herself. This severance is humane compared to what the elders wanted.”

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