Scarlett POV
By the time I drove into my apartment garage, I was exhausted.
I parked, grabbed my bag, and took the elevator upstairs.
For the first time all day, I was actually in a good mood.
I even caught myself humming as I unlocked the door.
Then I stepped inside.
And froze.
Jaxen was sitting on the bench by the entrance. Perfectly still.
Like he'd been placed there as part of the furniture.
My good mood vanished.
What the hell was he doing in my home? How had he even gotten inside? Had he broken the lock?
I immediately looked at the electronic lock.
Nothing had been forced.
Then the answer hit me. The lock could be opened with a passcode.
And there was no way he could know my password?
Anything easy to remember. And Jaxen had known me for years.
Apparently, that was
