Scarlett

“You don’t have to feel bad, sister,” Alisha whispered, her voice breaking with fierce loyalty as she squeezed my hand.

“She deserves everything that happens to her. That woman didn’t shed a single tear or show even a flicker of remorse until her own life hung in the balance.”

Alisha’s warm fingers intertwined with mine, her emerald eyes swimming with unshed tears as she gazed at me with raw devotion.

“I know she shares your blood, but blood doesn’t make family. You’re not evil, sister - you’re surviving. If you hadn’t acted, she would have destroyed you without hesitation. I’ve seen the darkness in her eyes.”

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