Scarlett POV
What did Christina just say?
She said, the beloved one?
The word struck me the wrong way.
What made my skin prickle and Lydia shift uneasily under my ribs?
I stared at Christina, frozen for a second, while she kept talking to her son as if I weren’t even in the room. “Where’s she hurt, Jaxen?”
Something flickered in his eyes, quick, buried, almost shy, before he looked away from me.
His voice stayed low, controlled. “Mild concussion. They’re keeping her for observation. Two, maybe three days.”
“Then you take care of her.” Christina’s tone left no room for argument. Soft, but firm. The way she said it made it sound as if I were still family. Like the divorce papers had never existed.
Watching the two of them, the easy way she treated me like a daughter-in-law who just
