Scarlett POV
“Wound’s open. He passed out.”
I changed clothes and called Jaxen’s secretary, Charlotte Fox.
Gave her the short version of what was going on.
Before I left the room, I glanced at him: still in the same position he’d dropped into.
In case he somehow smothered himself and I ended up the last person to see him, I hesitated, then walked over and rolled him onto his back.
The cut on his forehead had split.
Dark blood stained the white gauze.
One thin line had escaped and tracked down toward his eyebrow.
It was already dry.
Didn’t look like it was still bleeding.
I watched his face for a second—those sharp features looking almost fragile, then checked his breathing.
Still going. Good.
I stayed there a beat longer until I heard a movement in the yard, then we
