SCARLETT’S POV
The room was very quiet. It was the kind of heavy, almost physical quiet that made it hard to breathe. I could feel Alex's anger pushing down on me; his tense vibe was all around me. His normally cool and collected face had turned into something darker and more primal, and everything in me begged me to be careful.
"What did you do?" Alex asked me. He ordered with a low, steady voice that had a dangerous edge to it. His hold on my wrist got tighter, and I felt a sharp pain go up my arm. I bit my lip because I didn't want him to get pleasure from seeing me cry.
I kept my face blank because I was determined to act like I didn't know what he was talking about. I tried to keep my voice calm when I said, "I don't know what you mean," but the small quiver showed that I wasn't
