Jaxen POV
I watched my mother's car disappear around the corner before I let myself look at the apartment proper.
It's Scarlett's apartment. Not ours anymore, technically, even though half of what was in it had been chosen with both of us in mind, back when we'd actually meant something to each other.
The smile came back on its own.
I'd spent a genuinely miserable night with a fever I'd given myself on purpose, sitting in ice water long past the point where it stopped being clever and started being stupid, and it had gotten me exactly where I wanted to be. Close enough to hear her moving around in the same room.
A few uncomfortable days felt like a fair trade for that.
At least my wolf kept telling me how far I'd have to fall if this didn't work.
Water ran in the bathroom for a lo
