Scarlett appeared at his side, a dagger in her trembling hand. He was certain he’d never seen her so much as twitch when it came to taking life. “Quick and painless,” she whispered, stepping behind him while he lowered to his knees. “Thank you, Scarlett,” he said, raising his voice to be heard over the panic around them. To be heard over Tava’s screams. “Tell her …” “I will, Callan,” Scarlett answered, a hand reaching around to cup his chin and hold him steady.
