Scarlett POV
I let go of Jaxen’s sleeve the second we put enough distance between us and that hospital room. He tried to fall into step beside me.
I sped up on purpose. He slowed instead and just… followed, like some oversized shadow I couldn’t shake.
No more pretending I had somewhere specific to go.
The act was done.
“Where are we headed?” He asked from behind me.
I didn’t answer. Kept walking.
The picture of Gary’s face taking that last hit kept looping in my head.
I wasn’t feeling sorry for the guy.
More like anyone who got tangled up with Jaxen ended up paying for it.
Sticky. Hard to wash off.
I was so damn tired of that superior, I-own-the-room energy he carried around like a second skin. Somebody needed to knock him down a peg.
Preferably hard.
My head went light a
