Scarlett POV
The second I heard, “This is Gary Hirsch” on the other end of the line, I nearly dropped my damn phone.
What the actual f**k?
How did this asshole even have my number? I hadn’t given it to him—ever.
We’d known each other longer than I’d been married to Jaxen, back when he was still semi-normal and not this passive-aggressive prick.
But once I became Mrs. Hale, it was like I’d stolen the crown from his precious Liliana. He’d been throwing shade my way ever since, all snide little digs and barely veiled bullshit. We’d never even swapped contacts. No texts, nothing.
He let out this low chuckle that made my eyes roll so hard I almost saw my skull. “If I had to guess, you’re already wondering how fast you can hang up on me, right? Ravencroft—sorry, miss—you’re in a tight
