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SCARLETT

It’s been nine days already, and my hopes have been diminished to nothing.

Deep down, I was trying my hardest to keep a grip on reality just in case things turned around, but most of me was seeing everything and everyone in a blur because I was weary of the awful fate that awaited me soon.

As though the universe could read my thoughts, the doors were opened that very moment.

I gulped as I looked up and realized why four maids were walking towards me with robotic smiles that seemed to have been sewn into their faces. Lucas has boasted about this moment all day and his taunts made me dread it, but my prayers for it to never arrive fell on the deaf ears of the gods and went unanswered.

Whether I liked it or not, in the next two hours…. I would be burnt at a stake.

“They’ll dress you up like a bride for the sacrifice, and at exactly midnight, your blood will be drawn on the alter and offered to the moon gods in exchange for our long deserved blessings,” Lucas had said to me while