Scarlett POV
2:17 a.m.
I was out cold, lost in some bullshit dream where I was still arguing with a client, when someone started shaking the hell out of my shoulder, like they were trying to rattle me right out of my skin.
“Scarlett, wake up. s**t’s hitting the fan.”
Delaney yanked me out of it.
I groaned, eyes glued shut, irritation bubbling up hot in my chest.
“What the hell… Did the building collapse or something?”
“Worse. Way worse.”
That got one eye cracked open.
Delaney hovered by the bed, hair a wild mess, face ghost-white.
I’d known her forever, but I’d never seen her like this, not even that time Regina busted us for pulling an all-nighter binge-watching.
“Jaxen’s here. Standing right outside our door.”
“…Who?”
I figured I was still dreaming.
But she said it again
