Scarlett POV
A little after eight in the morning, outside the Council Marriage Tribunal building.
I had only slept four or five hours last night, but it didn’t matter. Adrenaline buzzed through my veins, making me feel sharp and alive.
I stood near the entrance, arms crossed, scanning the parking lot. When the familiar black Bugatti rolled in and slowed to a stop, my heart slammed against my ribs—bang, bang, bang.
For a split second, I froze. Then I forced myself to breathe. It wasn’t happiness at seeing him. It was excitement. Pure, dizzying excitement at the thought that today I would take the first proper step toward never having to see him again.
How can you be excited about never seeing our mate again? Lydia’s voice whispered inside my head, confused and a little uneasy. That’s…
