Scarlett POV
I couldn’t take it anymore. The cabin felt too small; the sheets twisted around my legs as if they were trying to hold me down.
I’d been tossing for hours, every inhale dragging in the same impossible scent, and that low, unmistakable Alpha undercurrent that made my skin prickle and Lydia pace behind my ribs like a caged thing.
My heart kept skipping, a traitorous little stutter every time the air conditioning recirculated whatever trace of him still clung to the ship. My throat felt tight.
I finally grabbed my phone and called the liaison they’d assigned me.
“Hey… look.” I cleared my throat, trying to sound less desperate than I felt.
“I don’t want to stay on board. Is there any way we can put in somewhere? Just long enough for me to get off?”
I knew how ridiculous i
