Minutes ticked by. No command to turn the lights back on. No footsteps leaving. It felt… off. I peeked out from the covers, squinting into the dark until his silhouette came into focus.
How long is he just going to stand there?
Then, without another word, he turned and walked out.
Good riddance, you walking headache.
Jaxen POV
I’d gotten what I wanted—Scarlett staying put in the room, no chance of her running off to find some other guy. But staring at her playing dead under the covers, I realized it wasn’t enough. Not even close.
I wanted to hear her say my name properly again. I wanted her to react to me—really react—instead of this cold-shoulder bullshit. The way she refused to even look at me, like I was nothing… it carved something raw inside my chest.
A need I’d never felt this
