CHAPTER FIFTY- SEVEN

Scarlett's POV

I froze in my tracks, my heart pounding in my chest as the rustling in the bushes grew louder. Fear gripped me tightly, and I called out with a quiver in my voice, "Who is there?"

As the figures emerged from the shadows, my breath caught in my throat. It was them—the same men I had seen earlier, with the unmistakable tattoo that tied them to the traitor. How had they found me? The realization struck me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. The danger I had feared was now standing before me.

My legs trembled, and I struggled to maintain composure as the men approached. They wore cold, calculating expressions on their faces, their eyes scanning me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. I desperately wished for Freda's presence, for her unwavering strength to bolster my own. But in that moment, I was alone, facing these mysterious and dangerous men.

One of them, taller and more imposing, took a step forward. His voice was deep and menacing as he spok