Scarlett POV
My eyes snapped open, heart slamming against my ribs like a damn alarm. Moonlight sliced through the curtains just enough to catch the sharp outline of a face inches from mine—Jaxen f*****g Hale.
He was sprawled on the other side of the bed as he owned it—which, technically, he did—but the way he’d rolled toward me, one heavy arm draped over my waist, caging me in… that was pure bullshit.
Rage lit me up like gasoline. I slapped the lamp on; the sudden glow burned my eyes.
“Mr. Hale!” I shot upright, shoving his arm off me. “What the hell are you doing in my room? In my bed? Middle of the damn night—have you lost your mind?”
I wasn’t the girl he used to crook his finger at anymore. That version of me was gone.
He didn’t even flinch. Just lie there, lazy and unbothered, vo
