Scarlett POV
My gut had been right.
Right now I wanted to punch something.
Jaxen had always been a special kind of crazy, but this was next-level.
He’d moved into the apartment directly above mine.
Like the universe had a personal grudge and dropped my ex right on top of my head.
The elevator doors stood open.
He was inside, one hand holding the button, the other casually braced against the frame, as if he were doing me a favor.
The scent of him hit me first, and that underlying wild note that only an Alpha carried.
My pulse kicked hard against my ribs.
I didn’t take the “favor.”
“Are you coming in?” he asked, voice low and steady.
“Hell no.”
I turned my face away.
Looking at him was the last thing I needed.
The door closed.
His smile faded.
Something harder settled
