Scarlett POV
Jaxen carried the tray back and set it right in front of me.
He didn’t take a single bite for himself.
Just sat down next to me and watched like the whole point was making sure I ate.
Delaney had laughed off my earlier comment, thinking I was exaggerating for fun.
The second Jaxen showed up, that changed.
The way he looked at me—like the rest of the room could vanish, and he’d only notice if someone got between us—made her shut up fast.
She grabbed her phone and scooted her chair farther away.
“Damn, Scarlett. How bad was it?”
We already drew enough stares.
Two people who looked like they walked out of a magazine, plus Flora Smith’s hotel meltdown yesterday. Everyone’s eyes stayed locked on us.
Jaxen’s hovering made it worse.
People started whispering that I
