Scarlet POV
My chest is still heaving as I kneel there, my arms bound behind me, spit clinging to my lips, the taste of Liam still heavy on my tongue. I should feel self-conscious. Exposed. Maybe even shy.
I don’t.
Zain’s hand is still in my hair, gentle now, stroking like he’s grounding me. His eyes are sharp, yes, but they’re soft, too. And when he speaks again, it isn’t with heat or hunger, just that low, steady voice that always makes me feel safe.
“Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
He stands smoothly, and both Liam and I track him with our eyes as he leaves the room, bare feet silent on the floor. The second the door clicks closed behind him, the room feels quieter. I glance at Liam, still seated at the edge of the bed, wrists cuffed behind him, his head lowered slightly like he’s
