Scarlet’s POV
Just then, she let go of me and turned toward the door.
It was only when her fingers brushed the handle that I found my breath again… and a sliver of nerve.
I knew I didn’t have to say it, but I said it anyway.
“I’m not interested in Damien,” I muttered, forcing the words through my throat. “You can have him.”
She froze.
Her back stiffened, lips drawn into a thin line.
“I can have him to myself?” she repeated slowly, like she wasn’t sure she heard right.
“Yes,” I said. “I don’t want anything to do with him.”
She turned slightly, enough for her eyes to catch mine. “But… you’re his mate, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
The word caught in my throat. I swallowed the rest of the ache it brought.
“And the mate pull? You think he’s really going to let you go?”
“Eight spaces,” I sai
