Jaxen POV
I sent the text and sat there like an i***t, gripping the phone tight enough that the edges dug into my palm. The screen went dark. I tapped it back on. Dark again. On. Off. Over and over. Nothing.
No reply bubbles, no “seen” notification. Just silence staring back at me.
She has probably crashed already.
I checked my watch—past one in the morning. Normal people were asleep.
But I kept waiting anyway, half-pissed, half-wondering what kind of creative cursing she’d hit me with tomorrow morning.
Knowing Scarlett, it’d be brutal. She had a mouth on her that could make a sailor blush, and after everything, she’d probably come up with some fresh ones just for me.
Weird part? A tiny, twisted piece of me almost looked forward to it. Like getting chewed out by her would feel
