Jaxen POV
The shrill ringtone ripped me out of the first decent sleep I’d had in days. I groaned, blindly slapping at the nightstand until my fingers closed around my phone. The screen lit up like a damn spotlight. I was about to mash the decline button when my brain caught up with my eyes.
Scarlett.
My thumb froze mid-tap. The call ended, leaving a single missed call notification glowing on the screen. I sat up fast and flicked on the bedside lamp, the warm light spilling across the sheets. Hadn’t she blocked me? All day I’d figured she’d cut me off completely after that text. But here she was, calling me back after hours.
I knew she was probably calling to rip me a new one. Still, some stupid part of me hit the callback button before I could talk myself out of it.
She picked up almo
