Scarlett POV
“...There. Done.”
The song was barely halfway through when Jaxen paused for a couple of beats and suddenly spoke.
I blinked and looked toward the machine humming in the background.
“The generator’s fixed?”
“Yeah, I’m going to shower, then make breakfast. Wait for me.”
I neither agreed nor refused. I just scowled and headed into the living room.
Then I realized something that annoyed me even more.
Jaxen had stopped singing halfway through the song.
I was his only audience, and he couldn’t even be bothered to give me the entire performance.
What a way to treat a loyal fan!
After breakfast, I found a sofa far enough from the floor-to-ceiling windows that the sunlight wouldn’t hit me directly.
I stretched out with an art book, which was a considerable improvement ov
