Scarlett POV
I thought my ex-husband was dead.
Not actually dead, maybe, but close enough to give me a heart attack.
I had already stopped him from breathing through his nose, and he still hadn’t reacted.
“Jaxen?”
My irritation vanished.
I let go of his nose and moved in closer to him. “Jaxen, can you hear me?”
Still nothing.
I pressed two fingers beneath his nose.
He was breathing.
I moved my hand to his chest and felt the steady, heavy beat underneath.
Thank God.
“You’re sick?”
That was the only explanation I could come up with.
I’d seen him that morning. He’d been perfectly fine when I left for work.
Now he was sprawled across my bed, pale and unresponsive.
How did someone go from completely healthy to looking half-dead in one day?
I shook his shoulder again, more caref
