Scarlett POV
A few strands of my long, loose curls were trapped under him.
"You're on my hair!"
I turned so we were face to face.
I just needed a better angle to hit him.
The second the words left my mouth, I punched him square in the chest.
My knuckles caught on his collar for half a second before I yanked my hand back, and that half-second bothered me more than the punch did.
We were too close for me to get any genuine power behind it.
Jaxen barely even flinched. From his angle, it probably looked like I was just pouting and playfully angry, nothing threatening at all.
His eyes dropped to my lips.
I felt my breath catch before I could stop it, and I hated that more than anything he'd actually done.
I could feel the temperature in the room shift.
Whatever was going through hi
