Scarlett POV
I snatched it up, my thumb hovering for half a second before I answered.
My voice came out raw and cracked. "What?"
"Scarlett, sweetheart!" Regina's voice dripped with that fake, honeyed concern that always made my skin crawl.
"Where are you? I've had the staff search the entire manor. You just vanished. Are you back in that dreadful little apartment again? I'm so worried about you, darling. You looked absolutely terrible when I saw you earlier. Your face, your eyes... I couldn't stop thinking about you."
The sound of her voice, reasonable and loving, lit a match to the gasoline already flooding my veins.
My body still ached, thighs sticky, throat burning with the taste of him I couldn't wash away no matter how hard I scrubbed. The drug's remnants clawed at my insides,
