Scarlett POV
I was suddenly jolted awake.
No nightmare. Just this sudden, sharp sense of being watched—as a hungry wolf had locked onto me.
The back of my neck prickled cold. Eyes snapped open.
“Jaxen?”
I forgot to turn off the lamp by the bed.
Blinked a few times against the soft yellow light and made out the figure standing by my bed.
He wasn’t in the light.
Most of him stayed in shadow, those sharp features half-hidden.
Though I couldn’t read his face, I felt his eyes fixed on me, examining me as though he was fully entitled to do so.
Waking up in the middle of the night to a guy by your bed doesn’t exactly put you in a great mood.
I wiped my forehead.
We’d been fine lately, and he’d just gotten out of the hospital.
I held back the snap.
“You up for water? Wrong
