CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO

Ethan’s POV

As I closed in on Scarlett, relishing in her vulnerability, a sense of triumph washed over me. She pleaded desperately, her voice choked with tears and fear. But I had made up my mind. There was no other way. The power she possessed, the potential chaos it could unleash—it had to be eliminated. Her demise was the only solution.

My sadistic smile widened, the anticipation of claiming victory intensifying. I extended my hand, ready to strike her down and revel in the sick pleasure it would bring me. The power I held over her was intoxicating, the dominance I exerted thrilling. She was defenseless against me.

"No, Scarlett," I sneered, my voice oozing with malice. "There is no salvation for you. The power you possess is too great, too dangerous. I am the only one who can rid the world of this threat."

As I prepared to deliver the final blow, a sudden, searing pain erupted from my back. I roared in agony, my eyes widening in shock and fury. How dare someone interrupt my moment