Scarlett POV
I looked down at myself.
Pajamas still on, fully buttoned.
So Jaxen was still in crazy mode—just a quieter version of it.
“You absolute psycho!”
I kicked the blankets off and sat up fast.
The second I’d realized something was wrong with him, I should’ve called his mom and gotten the hell away. Instead, I’d played along. Great choice.
Mess with a guy whose brain was already cracked, and now look where it left me.
Who exactly was supposed to save me from this?
“Scarlett. Morning.”
The sliding door opened.
Jaxen’s voice came in, warm and amused.
My kicking foot froze mid-air.
Curtains slid open on both sides.
Sunlight flooded the room, and I finally noticed the ridiculous wall of glass right next to the bed.
I squinted at the brightness.
“What’s the UV rating
