Scarlett POV
“I'm asking you a question! Scarlett, why did you take so long?”
He couldn't believe I hadn't noticed how sick he'd been.
Whenever I placed another dessert before him, he noticed the playful smile on my face.
I'd known exactly what I was doing.
Yet I hadn't followed him when he'd finally gotten up.
Nearly an hour had passed, and he still hadn't seen me.
“Would it be better for you if I died? Then you'd finally be free of me.”
“Ow, that hurts!”
I pushed at Jaxen's head.
God, he was self-centered.
When his words failed to provoke the reaction he wanted, he'd resorted to biting my neck just to force my attention onto him.
“Jaxen, how long are you going to keep biting me? It hurts!”
Every time I tried to push him away, he moved backward with his teeth still clamped
