Delaney POV
The second I stepped into the room, the air hit me wrong.
Scarlett was curled on her side, back deliberately turned toward Jaxen. He sat in the chair next to the bed as if he owned the damn place, shoulders relaxed, expression calm, one ankle crossed over the opposite knee.
On the surface,e they looked almost peaceful.
Underneath, Scarlett’s resentment rolled off her in thin, sharp waves.
“Scarlett. I’m here.”
Her head snapped toward my voice.
She tried to push herself up, but the dizziness hit hard.
Color drained from her face.
She dropped back against the pillows with a frustrated little huff and managed a crooked smile instead.
I didn’t bother greeting Jaxen.
Just walked straight to her side and angled my body so I partially blocked his view.
His presence w
