Zayden
I pulled her into the room, shutting the door behind us with a quiet but firm click. The air between us was thick, charged with something dangerous. Scarlett’s eyes flickered with shock, then wariness, as if she was preparing for another battle.
“What is it?” she asked, her voice sharp, her chin lifting in defiance.
I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I took a step forward, closing the distance between us. Her back hit the edge of the desk, her hands bracing against the wood as she stared up at me, waiting.
“That kiss,” I said, my voice low. “What the hell was that?”
Scarlett let out a scoff, shaking her head. “You tell me, Zayden. You’re the one who kissed me first.”
“That’s not what I asked.” My voice came out harsher than I intended, but I didn’t care. I needed answers. I
