Scarlett's POV
I woke up to a pounding headache and an overwhelming sense of regret. My body ached from the unfamiliar mattress in the guest room I had stormed into last night, and my mood was just as foul as the dull ache in my temples.
The conversation with Sebastian had shaken me more than I cared to admit, and instead of facing the reality of sleeping beside him, I had bolted. I didn’t want to hear his voice, feel his presence, or even share the same air.
To my frustration, he hadn’t even tried to stop me. All he’d done was offer to find another room for me, as if accommodating my tantrum was the best way to diffuse the situation.
I’d rejected his offer, of course, and had gone off to find my own space, eager to distance myself from him. Now, as I sat up in the unfamiliar bed,
