CHAPTER FIFTY- THREE

Ethan’s POV

As I peered through the curtains, my eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Shakira, the woman who had sent me on a mission to kill Scarlett, was on the ground in the center of the room, surrounded by a circle of candles and mystical symbols. She was engrossed in a flurry of incantations, her voice filled with a dark power that sent chills down my spine.

Memories flooded back, cascading through my mind like a torrential downpour. I remembered her face, her manipulative words, and the twisted mission she had bestowed upon me. The realization hit me like a physical blow, stealing the breath from my lungs. I had been nothing more than a pawn in her game.

Fear and anger surged within me, fueling my instinct to escape this dangerous situation. I turned on my heels, my heart pounding in my chest, and made a beeline for the door. But as I reached for the handle, it moved of its own accord, slamming shut before my fingertips could even brush against it.

"Panic rose within me as I fr