Gary POV
I gave it a few seconds. Scarlett didn’t answer.
What the hell was she thinking?
Was she waiting for me, or just done with the whole mess?
I couldn’t read her, and that alone made my wolf's pace hard under my skin.
Her scent... warm skin, faint citrus shampoo, and that sharp edge of pain from the swelling on her face...had already faded down the hall.
The second it was gone, I finally let go of Liliana’s wrist.
She glared up at me as if she wanted to put the slap right back on my face.
Her hand flew up.
I caught it before it got close, fingers wrapping tight around her wrist again.
The faint metallic tang of her rage hit the back of my throat. My wolf didn’t like it. Not one bit.
“I’m telling Jaxen Hale,” she hissed, voice shaking with pure venom.
“You’re messing
