And he had just made Raven his enemy.
“You what?” She lowered her voice to a deadly decibel. “Gabriel Archer, you do not want to betray me.”
Gabriel squared his jaw. “There is no betrayal here other than you murdering my father. I will never marry you.”
Raven raised a brow. “Then you will never marry anyone.”
“You are truly mad,” he said, bringing his face close to hers, “and you will pay for your crime. I will make sure of it.” Gabriel spun on his heel and left the deceitful witch in the forest.
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As soon as he returned to the castle, Gabriel sent a dozen men to arrest Raven for the murder of his father. But the silver-eyed witch was nowhere to be found. His men had returned empty-handed and Gabriel was furious.
How had he let it come to this? How had he not seen the wickedness in Raven’s heart before today?
He would hunt Raven down and punish her, even if it took a lifetime to do so. She was a vile woman with darkness in her heart and she would soon pay for her crime.
In blood.
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Days later, Scarlet rode alongside Gabriel, laughing and joking with him until they arrived at the lake and dismounted. Gabriel pulled a blanket out of a pack his horse carried and spread it on the ground.
They sat beside one another, looking out over the great lake stretching before them. They had been coming to the lake together for many weeks and Scarlet was grateful that such a beautiful place existed amidst all the heartache of the last few months.
“How are you today, my Scarlet?” Gabriel asked.
Scarlet thought for a moment. “Well. I miss my mother, but I am happy she is out of pain.” It was the truth.
He nodded.
“How are you?” Scarlet slanted her eyes to Gabriel.
He smiled at her. “Very well.”
He pulled at a loose thread on the blanket and cleared his throat, hesitation and heaviness thickening his voice. “My father is dead. Tristan is gone.” He paused. “You are no longer obligated to marry me. If you wish to leave, I will make sure you are safe. Always.”
Scarlet looked at him with a thudding heart. The idea of not marrying Gabriel made Scarlet feel very, very alone. “Do you wish to be free of our marriage?”
“Not at all,” Gabriel said, looking at her sincerely. “But I do not wish to trap you either.”
Scarlet’s heart settled a bit. “I do not feel trapped. I feel…happy. You have become my friend and my favorite companion. I like being with you.”
Something about Gabriel’s presence, his voice, his laughter…something about Gabriel took away the darkness inside Scarlet. Half of her soul was still dead, but the half that remained was finding a reason to wake up in the morning. A reason not to give up.
Gabriel.
He lifted a brow. “Really?”
She nodded.
He smiled at her. “So you will still marry me?”
“If you still want me,” Scarlet said.
“I want you,” Gabriel said. “Very much.”
Scarlet smiled at him. “Then I am honored to become your wife.” She scrunched her nose. “But I’m afraid the arrangement is unfair for you.”
“How so?”
“You have a girl, do you not? The girl with the dark hair who used to meet you in the forest?”
Gabriel narrowed his eyes. “Were you spying on me?”
Scarlet raised a brow. “My eyes saw things.”
His jaw flexed. “The girl you saw was named Raven. She and I grew up together and she wanted us to marry. I thought I loved her, but I was sorely wrong. I will never marry her.”
Guilt overwhelmed Scarlet. “Because of me?”
“No,” he said. “I will not marry Raven because she is evil.”
Scarlet did not know how to respond to that. She swallowed. “I’m sorry you did not find love with her.”
Gabriel looked out at the water for a moment. “Love is rare.”
“Yes.” Scarlet looked at lake as well. “But always worth pursuing.”
Gabriel nodded. “Always.” Minutes of silence passed as birds flew over the lake and trees swayed in the wind.
Scarlet absently played with the engagement ring Gabriel had given her weeks before. He did not need to give her a ring. But still he had.
Scarlet looked over at him, watching his pleasant face in the sun for a moment. She loved him.
Without a doubt, she absolutely loved Gabriel.
He was silly and brave and caring and patient. And he had filled her with light in the darkest of days.
Her love for Gabriel was new and fragile, but it was real. And it filled her with hope.
Gabriel looked up at the sky and said thoughtfully, “The sun is brighter than it used to be.”
Scarlet looked at the sun, shining down on them like they were brand new, and smiled.
“Yes,” she agreed. “The sun is brighter.”
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Two days before their wedding, Gabriel lunged for Scarlet beside the river, just to hear her giggle as she bounced away. Scarlet ran along, just out of his reach as she teased him.
She was incorrigible, stubborn and loud.
And he loved every part of her.
Which scared him and made him feel alive at the same time. How had this stubborn peasant girl made her way into his heart?
He still had not found Raven, but she could not hide forever. He would find her soon enough. But until then, he would not let Raven distract him from the goodness in his life. From Scarlet.
Gabriel jumped into the water beside her, making sure to drench Scarlet with his splash. After pulling his head up from the water, he heard her gasp mockingly.
“Why you wretched, terrible—“
Pushing water with both his hands, he splashed her again.
Giving a wicked smile, Scarlet walked into the water just far enough so she could kick a giant splash back at him.
“Splashing water at me when I’m already all wet? Is that the best you have?” Gabriel raised a brow.
Scarlet shook her head and went to kick water at him again, but lost her footing and fell completely in.
Gabriel laughed heartily. When Scarlet emerged from the water beside him and caught his laughter, she tried dunking him under, which made him laugh harder.
”You think your chicken arms can hold me down?”
“I do not have chicken arms.” Scarlet laughed, still trying to push his head down.
He gently wrapped his fingers around her upper arm. “Yes, you do. Look at this,” he wiggled her arm, “you are so tiny. How have you even survived this long without me?”
Scarlet rolled her eyes. “You are so arrogant.” She splashed at him and tried to dunk him under again.
Gabriel caught her wrists and gently trapped them in his hands, pinning her against his chest.
Her laughter quieted as he looked into her blue eyes.
“You are beautiful,” he said.
Scarlet rolled her eyes and tried to turn her head away, but he released her wrists and cupped her face in his careful hands.
Her eyes met his and shone with doubt.
“You are beautiful,” he repeated.
She parted her lips, her eyes running up and down his face until they landed on his lips.
Gabriel’s eyes traced her mouth and he slowly leaned in and set his lips against hers. He kissed her carefully. The sound of the river water lapping against the shore filled his ears as Scarlet kissed him back.
At first her kiss was hesitant. Unsure. Timid.
But then she tilted her head to the side and brought her hand up against Gabriel’s back to hold him closer to her. She wanted him.
Love surged through Gabriel.
He loved Scarlet. And he would protect her.
Always.
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Tristan was going to die?
Scarlet stared ahead blankly as Nate gathered maps, scrolls and journals into his arms. Mr. Brooks seemed eager to help the team find the fountain as quickly as possible and was loading Nate up with anything and everything he could think of that might lend a hand in the fountain’s whereabouts.
Heather was holding Scarlet’s hand, squeezing it every few seconds or so in reassurance, but Scarlet barely felt her friend’s touch.
Scarlet was killing Tristan. She was literally killing Tristan. She was stealing life from him. For the first time, she understood how he felt.
Gabriel’s voice sounded far away as he spoke to Mr. Brooks. “What can we do to buy time? What do we need to do to keep Tristan alive for as long as possible?”
Mr. Brooks cocked his head in thought. “They should not touch. Not at all. Even a brief contact of skin could complete the transition and send Tristan toward his death.”
Scarlet’s heart kicked away at her ribcage. She was in shock.
Dying over and over again was something she didn’t like, but at least it gave her something to hope for. But dying permanently…Tristan dying forever…that was void of hope.
Dark. Lifeless.
That was something Scarlet could not survive.
Leaving Mr. Brooks’ house was a blur. Someone shuffled Scarlet up the cellar stairs, down the owl-lined hallway and out into the cold February wind, but she wasn’t there.
She was somewhere else in her mind. She was floating along someplace where Tristan was safe and she was healthy and curses were nonexistent.
“Scar,” came a whisper beside her. Had it been any voice other than Tristan’s, Scarlet would have ignored it completely.
But the green-eyed Archer’s voice sank into her pores and she gave in automatically. Looking around, she saw that she was seated in the front passenger seat of Heather’s small car.
Tristan’s hot breath brushed her ear as he leaned in through the window and brought his face close to hers. “Scar, we haven’t lost yet. Look at me.”
Scarlet turned her face to his, barely seeing him.
Tristan said, “There’s no victory without a battle, remember?”
“Seriously, dude?” came Nate’s voice. “Ten foot rule. Come on!”
Tristan yanked his head away from Scarlet and a moment later Heather—seated in the driver’s seat—started the engine and left Peach Drive.
The hum of Heather’s car vibrated against Scarlet’s back as Scarlet let her thoughts roam to Tristan’s words.
They sounded familiar and safe. But they also sounded far away.
Heather drove in silence.
Scarlet felt tears sting her eyes and she wanted to scream. She wanted to wail for her broken mind and cry in frustration at all the things she couldn’t fix. The things she couldn’t change.
The things she couldn’t remember.
I don’t want a battle with a victory. I want a nice, easy road to the fountain of youth, paved with flowers and lined with unicorns that sang songs about how great life was going to be.
There’s no victory without a battle? Then I don’t want a victory! I’m sick of battling! I’m sick of death—
Click.
A discombobulated memory stuttered through her mind. Random images, evasive emotions….
Pressure, determination, bravery….
Scarlet had what she needed. If she could make it through the night and hold off the nosebleeds for one more sunset, she could be free.
She had what she needed.
Scarlet opened the door of the small bedroom she was in and stepped into….
The shack.
The same shack Tristan had been staying in.
She was there, with a purpose, like it was her home. She walked to the kitchen and looked out at the twilight forest through the window.
“There is no victory with a battle,” she whispered to herself.
Breathing heavily, Scarlet jolted out of the memory just as Heather pulled down Main Street.
Scarlet gasped. “The shack! I need to go to the shack!”
Heather wrinkled her brow. “The what?”
“There’s a shack in the woods by the cabin. That’s where it is.”
“Where what is?”
“I don’t know! Just drive to the cabin.” Scarlet was panting, and slapping her hands on the dashboard in front of her. “Go!”
“Okay, okay!” Heather stomped on the gas with a pink high heel, and peeled down Main Street, driving like fury through the town. For the first time ever, Scarlet was thankful for her best friend’s insane driving.
When Heather steered her car down the cabin’s driveway, Scarlet didn’t wait for the vehicle to come to full and complete stop. While it was still rolling, she jumped out, breaking into a run.
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Scarlet ran through the woods, trees flying past her as she made her way closer and closer to the shack in the forest. She’d only been there once but she knew exactly how to get there.
Scarlet heard Gabriel, Nate and Tristan running after her, but she didn’t look back.
“Scarlet! I am not dressed for sprinting through the wild!” Heather voice was far behind her, but chasing after her nonetheless. “Slow down.”
Scarlet couldn’t slow down even if she wanted to. There was something in the shack. Something that belonged to her in the past.
Coming upon the hut, Scarlet found the front door unlocked and let herself inside. She looked around for a moment, hoping a flashback would hit her.
“Scarlet?” Tristan entered the shack after Scarlet. “What are you doing—”
“It’s here.” Scarlet barely looked at Tristan as she started running around the shack, looking behind hanging pictures and up the fireplace for clues, hints, anything.
“What’s here?” Tristan eyed her closely.
“I don’t know.”
Gabriel and Nate were next to enter the hut.
“What is this place?” Nate looked around.
Scarlet opened up every cabinet in the small kitchen, knocking things aside. She was desperate for any clue as to what, exactly, she was looking for.
Amnesia sucked.
Panting and flushed, Heather was the last member of Team Awesome to barge through the front door, mud coating the bottom half of her heels. “I twisted my ankle, swallowed a fly, and ran through a spider web trying to follow you here, Scarlet. This better be good!”
“It’s good,” Scarlet said automatically. “Or maybe bad. I’m not sure.” She started opening all the windows and knocking on the walls.
“Scar,” Tristan said. “What are you looking for?”
“I don’t know!” Scarlet snapped. “I know how stupid that sounds but…but it’s the truth. There’s something here. I hid something here.” Scarlet frantically walked from one end of the cabin to the other, running out of hiding spots.
Creak.
The floorboard beneath her foot moaned. Scarlet paused. She stepped on it again. Creak.
She knew that sound. It was familiar and personal.
Dropping to her knees, Scarlet started running her hands along the dirty floor.
“What the…?” Heather looked disgusted. “Scarlet, if I ate a bug just so you could wipe the nasty floor with your hands, I’m going to be so mad.”
“Shh!” Scarlet held up a hand as she put her other hand on the floorboard and listened. “Hear that?”
“Uh…no.” Heather said.
Tristan came up behind Scarlet and looked down at the floor. “What are you listening—?”
Snap.
Released from a hidden hinge, the floorboard popped up, revealing an old, metal handle.
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Scarlet gasped. “I knew it!” She started tearing at the surrounding floorboards, pulling them up and throwing them aside until a large, square door appeared beneath the floor.
“O-M-G.” Heather inhaled.
“What the hell?” Gabriel squatted down beside Scarlet.
Scarlet pulled up on the handle, but found it stuck. Using all of her weight and strength, she heaved again. The door lifted with a cloud of dust, causing Scarlet to lean back on her heels.
Once the dust cleared, everyone stared down at a dark flight of stairs.
“Holy crap!” Heather jumped back. “Is this some kind of mystery cabin? How did you know these stairs were here?”
Scarlet’s eyes surveyed the steps. “I think…I think I used to live here.” She motioned around the small shack.
Nate shook his head, clearly confused. “What?”
“I don’t know.” Scarlet looked down at the darkness and then ran to the kitchen. When she’d thrown all the cabinets open, she’d seen a few flashlights. Grabbing one, she hurried back to the descending staircase. “But I’m going to find out.”
She started to step down into the darkness.
Tristan grabbed a few more flashlights, passed them out, and they all headed down into the darkness, with Scarlet as their leader.
The stairs were old and weak, moaning beneath the weight of the people climbing down them. After a few steps, Scarlet realized they were in a cellar of sorts. She reached the cellar floor and carefully stepped forward into the small room.
Scarlet lifted her flashlight to light up the area before her. What she found herself looking at was a wall covered with hanging weapons.
Bloody weapons.
Heather sucked in a breath at the site.
Nate said, “Wha…?”
Tristan and Gabriel remained silent.
Scarlet’s eyes widened in disbelief. She knew they were hers. She couldn’t remember her last life, but somehow she knew the deadly, bloody weapons hanging before her were hers.
Scarlet took a step back, overwhelmed with fear. “Who…the hell…am I?”
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