Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140

Clay’s POV

Each line dripped with arrogance and malice, and the threat was unmistakable. The horror of losing Thomas paled in comparison to the potential destruction Garland was now promising. He didn’t just want land or power–he wanted to humiliate us, to rip everything we’d built right from our grasp.

I folded the letter slowly, my mind racing. Garland’s words were brutal reminder of how precarious our position had become. It wasn’t just a fight for territory anymore; it was a fight for survival. We had to find a way to defend ourselves, to outwit Garland at his own game, and somehow keep the North and South from falling under his control. And above all, we had to honour Thomas’s sacrifice. His loyalty couldn’t be in vain.

Garland’s threat echoed in my mind. He’d given us a week–one week to decide our fate. If we didn’t respond, he’d bring war down upon us with full force, showing no mercy. I could feel his confidence in every word, a confidence born from the brutal reality we couldn’t deny. Life truly wasn’t fair, and for the first time, I felt the walls closing in, the weight of our vulnerability bearing down like a vice.

Maxwell’s voice broke the silence, and though he tried to steady it, there was a tremor of fear I’d never heard from him before. “What…what do we do?*

I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling the despair sink deeper. Garland was right about our weaknesses. We had none of the resources he had casually listed as necessary to survive a war. He had battle–hardened warriors and a stockpile of weapons. Keith had even more—warriors, weapons, and magic. And we? All we had were our fighting skills, some combat training, and a small group of loyal but relatively untested warriors. Even if they were brave, our

numbers were too few, and without weapons to bolster our defenses, we’d stand no chance against Garland’s might. Searlett was our only real connection to

magic, but she was with Keith now. Keith had everything, and we had nothing. I couldn’t help but feel the bitter sting of self–blame.

“There’s only one option,” Lucian said, and I turned to him, bracing for whatever far–fetched idea he was about to propose.

“We need to talk to Keith and Scarlett,” he continued. “We need to humble ourselves and beg. We need their help.”

I looked at him, feeling a surge of hopelessness. It wasn’t that I hadn’t thought of it, but I couldn’t shake the doubts gnawing at me. “Why would they want to help us?” I asked, my voice filled with frustration. “We pushed Scarlett away. We tormented her, starved her, and treated her like a prisoner until she had no choice but to escape and go to Keith. He’s shielding her from us now, blocking our bonds. Why should she help us after all we’ve done?”

I glanced at Lucian, and he seemed at a loss. I continued, unable to hold back my bitterness. “And Keith? He has every reason to ignore us. We’re the only obstacles between him and Scarlett. Garland poses no threat to him. He wouldn’t dare provoke Keith. So tell me, Lucian, why would they bother to help us?

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