Jaxen POV
I dragged my ass home from Silver Star well after midnight, but sleep still wouldn’t come. Figured the insomnia had cut me some slack—guess the bastard changed its mind. It latched on like a stray dog with a bone, refusing to let go. Frustration flared hot up my spine. I shot upright in bed, neck muscles screaming from the tension.
Under the irritation sat something worse. Something that gnawed at me. The room felt too damn quiet. The bed is too empty. The air was missing her scent. I squeezed my eyes shut, and there she was anyway. Scarlett’s laugh. The way her eyes crinkled when she smiled. How she’d curl up tight against me like a little burrito, all soft and trusting.
The memories hit too real. Her hair tickled my chin when she burrowed into my chest. The heat of her arms
