Scarlett's POV
I sat on the edge of my bed. My arm was throbbing, a nasty sting that reminded me of Elara's blade every time I moved. A bowl of warm water sat beside me as I tried to wash away the dried blood. My mind was a mess. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ethan's face—the way he looked at her. The way he shouted at me.
The door suddenly opened slowly. I stiffened and frowned. I had forgotten to bolt the door again. My frown deepened; I was ready to kick whoever it was right back into the hallway, but when I lifted my head, I froze.
The three brothers were standing side by side, and for the first time in years, I could no longer tell them apart. Three pairs of identical eyes were staring at me with amused smirks. Over the years, they had usually dressed differently or cut their hair in their own styles to show their personalities. Liam usually looked like a soldier, Leo like a rebel, and Leon like a man who hadn't slept in a week.
