Scarlett POV
Four days locked up in Green Park, and I was climbing the walls with boredom and frustration.
Especially since day two, when those damn ceiling cameras started tracking my every move. Jaxen hadn’t shown his face, but every time one of those lenses whirred and tilted, I could feel him on the other end, watching. My skin crawled.
I yanked the covers down, glared hard at the rotating camera, then turned the same dead-eyed stare on the female bodyguard planted in the corner like a damn statue. She followed me everywhere—bathroom trips included.
“Can you please get out of my line of sight?” I forced my voice to be calm even though irritation buzzed under my skin. “Just stand outside with your buddy. That work?”
“Sorry, Luna. Orders are to stay in the room today. Tomorrow I swi
