Jaxen POV
My question had been harmless. But Scarlett’s reaction was anything but.
I knew her habits better than most people did.
She cared about quality. She liked beautiful things.
She could be particular about clothes, jewelry, food, even the way a room was arranged.
But I’d rarely seen her this openly pleased with one particular item.
My eyes returned to the necklace.
It wasn’t even impressive by my standards.
So what was she seeing in it?
Scarlett rolled her eyes.
“I don’t want to talk to you, and you refuse to leave my room. Of course I’m annoyed.”
“You’re acting strange today.”
Her expression changed instantly.
“What exactly is strange?”
“Nothing.” I caught myself.
Maybe I was reading too much into it.
I didn’t want to ruin the rare moment when she actually
