Scarlet POV
I feel awful. Not regular awful, but end-of-the-world, why-did-I-do-this-to-myself awful. I’ve spent what feels like an eternity sitting next to the toilet, contemplating life, death, and my questionable decisions. And right now, I’m not very fond of Callum either. Groaning, I rub my head and lean back against the cold bathroom tiles.
“Scar?” Zain’s voice comes from behind the door.
“Go away! I’m sick,” I croak.
His laugh echoes through the wood like he’s thriving on my misery. “No, you’re hungover.”
The door creaks open, and he leans against the frame like the smug bastard he is, arms crossed and grinning.
“You’re enjoying this,” I mutter.
“Of course I am. You and Liam are both completely dead. Today is going to be the most peaceful day of my life.”
I groan and bury my
