Scarlett POV
The second his voice hit my ear, it was like a murder of crows exploded right behind my eyes: black wings, sharp beaks, pure chaos.
My stomach dropped hard and fast, the way it does when an elevator cable snaps. Post-divorce, Jaxen had turned into a full-time chaos generator, and I was wondering if I’d done something truly unforgivable in a past life to deserve this level of haunting.
What the hell did a man get out of stalking his ex-wife like this?
The low, familiar rumble of his voice still carried that same dark edge that used to make the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up, even through a phone line halfway across the world.
My pulse hammered against my throat.
I could almost smell him, that expensive woodsy cologne mixed with dark wilder underneath, the s
