Scarlet's POV
I stood there, releasing deep, panting breaths as he lay there on the bed beside me, asleep. How dare he? I was going through so much – my parents' deaths, storms I was trying to avoid, and battles I was fighting alone. In my despair, all he could think about was himself and his urges.
His eyes showed no remorse or consolation for the loss of my parents. He didn't even bother to find out how I was coping with everything or if I needed his help. He could have just asked me, "How are you holding up, Scarlet? If you need anything, let me know."
But what was I thinking? I knew him for who he was, and hearing those words from him would be nothing more than a daydream, an impossible change. I felt suffocated when I was around him, but I couldn't forget the whole reason I was her
