Chapter 113. Crimson Red

Scott

The word “dread” was far too small to describe what I felt—nothing compared to the reality. Standing at the door, I saw her tossing clothes into a suitcase, her expression unreadable. There was no way I was going to stand back and watch her leave, not on her own. If she was leaving, I was too.

“Eliana…” I called softly.

She lifted her gaze to meet mine. Her eyes were bright, almost like a smile. Still, my heart raced. The last time she had left in anger, I had almost lost her—I’d literally had a brush with death.

“I don’t think I could survive it a second time.”

I didn’t care how it looked or sounded. If anything had happened to her… Eliana stared at me, her brows furrowed as her eyes studied my face. Then, her expression eased into one of understanding.

“I’m packing both our suitcases, Scott.”

She chuckled. The breath I had been holding was finally released in a long, contented sigh.

“For a moment, you scared me.”

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