Scarlet’s POV
“What was that?” I muttered under my breath, slamming the door shut, my pulse thundering in my ears.
I thought I could help him out of his misery… but Damien felt irreversible.
My hands drifted to my arms, rubbing as goosebumps prickled over my skin. The memory of his grip earlier flashed through my mind.
Ttoo close, too strong—and fear crawled up my spine like a cold shadow.
A sudden knock broke the silence. I flinched.
“Who’s it?” I called out, instinctively stepping back.
I had just left Damien’s place. He wouldn’t have… followed me, would he?
My eyes darted around the room, searching for something, anything I could use as a weapon. Nothing. Not even a vase. I was grounded here. Exposed.
“It’s Callan.”
The name made my breath hitch.
Since stepping foot into thi
