Jaxen POV
“Why? Can’t I hit you without giving you a reason?”
Scarlett put on an intimidating expression, acting as though she were the most unreasonable woman in the world.
Unfortunately, the flush on her cheeks, her watery eyes, and the slight pout of her lips completely undermined her attempt to look threatening.
I’d long since grown accustomed to Scarlett hitting me when she was upset.
She also knew her own strength, so she rarely hit hard enough to cause any actual damage.
The pain in my shoulder faded quickly, and I dismissed the incident without making a fuss.
Then I caught a faint smell of alcohol coming from her.
My expression changed.
“Have you been drinking?”
I looked her over and noticed how unusually flushed her face was.
I’d seen Scarlett drunk before, bu
