Scarlett POV
The hallway was a lot quieter than the private room.
Dim wall lights stretched along the walls.
Faint music drifted from somewhere farther down.
I’d figured Jaxen was already gone.
He’d walked out so cleanly it didn’t look like he planned on waiting for anyone.
I only made it to the corner before I saw him.
He was leaning against the wall, phone in hand. A young woman stood next to him.
She looked in her early twenties—tall, slim, long hair over her shoulders, wearing a pretty short skirt.
She was looking up at him while she talked, smile bright and full of that open admiration, eyes curved into little crescents.
And Jaxen was actually smiling.
Not the polite, surface-level kind.
From where I stood, it looked like she genuinely amused him.
I stopped walking and
