Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 166

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Before I could react, the vision consumed me. I was powerless to snap out of it

In front of me was a pale rider on a pale burer. Their eyes were black as night, voids that seemed to hold the depths of shades wirkt hem had thes * thick, dark cloud twisted and swirled, like smoke clinging to their body an aura of magie, saw and terrifying. Their hair, sarkans g, was fuel hack wik ponytail, yet their features remained elusive, slipping between masculine and feminine. They rode forward with a fim parpone, as he fe wasteland of destruction, a scene that spoke of war and ruin.

My eyes strained to make out more details, to understand, but all I could grasp was that they rode through the South, a phare of green feft and war sunlight, now marred by the destruction that trailed in their wake.

Who was this rider? And what were they leaving behind? The vision left me with more questions than answers.

“Scarlett… Scarlett, please,” a voice pierced the vision, faint but unmistakably familiar. Vin? I saw him, his blue eyes searching mine, filed with a bond desperation I couldn’t understand. He reached out to me, his hands trying to touch, to hold, to shake me, I felt a strange sensation, like ras touch was burning through the vision, dragging me back.

“Scarlett, please… fire,” he managed to say, his voice thick with urgency. That’s when I felt it a sudden, scorching heat ripping through me, forcing medi of the vision.

Gasping, I jolted back to reality, my chest heaving as I fought to catch my breath. The smell of smoke filled my nose, acrid and sharp.

1 looked up, realizing in horror that the tree I was sitting under was ablaze, flames licking up the trunk and spreading to the branches above. I scrambled back, shocked and confused, only to find Clay holding onto my upper arm, wineing in pain. His hand was red and raw-1 had burned him.

He quickly let go, stepping back as I regained my senses.

“Scarlett, are you alright?” he asked, his voice a mix of fear and concern. “You set the tree on fire, and your body…”

His words trailed off as he looked away, and I followed his gaze, realising with a jolt that my clothes had been completely burned away. My skin prickled

under the cool night air; somehow, my magic had flared up while I was lost in that vision, destroying everything I wore. Embarrassment flooded me as !

covered myself with my arms, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

It was dark now-night had fallen around me. How long had I been lost in that vision? A shiver ran through me, not from the chill of the night, but from the feeling of slipping so completely out of control.

“Wear this,” Clay said, his voice softer than usual as he held out his shirt, his gaze respectfully averted. Under normal circumstances, I would have slapped his hand away, refusing his help, but I couldn’t exactly walk back to my room without a single thread on my body. Swallowing my pride, I took it, slipping

the shirt over myself.

“What happened?” he asked, his eyes filled with genuine concern.

“None of your business, Clay,” I replied, buttoning up and preparing to leave. I didn’t want to share anything with him not after everything.

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