Chapter 98

• Scarlett pressed her hands to his wound, trying to stop the bleeding before fate could rip them apart forever. Her hands were slick with his blood, warm and sticky and terrifyingly real. This wasn't a nightmare she could wake from, this was her new reality.
• The men with them raised their hands as their vehicle came to a gradual stop, the engine finally giving up its struggle. They were trapped, surrounded, with nowhere left to run.
• Scarlett thought about the twisted web of fate that always seemed to favor the cruel over the kind. Why did evil so often win?