Scarlett POV
Jaxen wasn't talking to me; he was talking to Regina. But every word dripped with heavy sarcasm.
I didn't bother to explain. Regina had set this whole thing up. Even if I tried, Jaxen wouldn't believe me, and Regina wouldn't care.
I picked up my fork and kept eating. The sooner I finished, the sooner I could get out of here.
"Scarlett, don't just sit there eating. Say something," Regina said, shooting me a warning look.
I glanced up. She was practically glued to Jaxen's side, smiling like a proud matchmaker, her eyes darting between us as if she were directing a show.
"Oh. We're eating, aren't we?" I replied flatly.
Regina's smile tightened. She lowered her voice, but made sure we both heard. "Serve Jaxen some venison."
My fork paused mid-air.
The old me would've alre
