CHAPTER NINETY TWO – FACE TO FACE WITH THE ENEMY

Then, a face swam into her vision, a face twisted with a cruel smile. It was Randall, his eyes glinting with sadistic glee. He knelt beside her, a gun held loosely in his hand. "Well, well," he sneered. "Look who finally decided to join the party." Scarlett tried to speak, tasted blood on her tongue. "You… monster…" she rasped, defiance flickering in her eyes even through the haze of pain. Randall's smile widened. "Monster? Perhaps. But a successful one. Your little rebellion has been quite… inconvenient. But fear not, Scarlett, it all ends here." He raised the gun, aiming it at her head. Scarlett squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the end. But the end never came. Instead, a heavy thud echoed through the courtyard, followed by a grunt of surprise from Randall. When she dared to open her eyes, the world seemed to move in slow motion. A figure lay sprawled on top of her, his body shielding hers. Blood stained his clothes, a crimson blossom blooming on his chest. It was Henry. Ti