“Oh, Callan,” Scarlett sighed, new tears wetting her cheeks. “You are not made for the shadows. You are made for the light.” “You asked not to be pushed into a cage. Now I am asking you not to let me remain in one.” He gripped her elbows, her arms full of her belongings. “I am not your salvation,” Scarlett whispered, something in her chest cracking slightly. “No, Scarlett,” he replied, “you will be my greatest regret if I let you slip away.”
