Jaxen POV
The office was quiet again. I opened a file and saw nothing but Scarlett’s face.
The way she used to smile.
The way she used to look at me before everything soured.
That soft, open expression she only ever gave me when she thought I wasn’t watching.
My wolf stirred restlessly, low and aching, as if the memory itself was a wound he couldn’t stop licking.
I closed the folder and rubbed my temples.
Her voice replayed in my head, sharp, furious. Crazy. Psycho. She’d called me that more times than I could count after the divorce. I’d written it off as her temper, another sign that she was being dramatic. Now I wanted the exact meaning. The need sat under my skin like an itch I couldn’t reach.
I typed it into the search bar. The first results were useless. I refined the que
