Sebastian's Pov
As I was driving home, my thoughts kept going back to my earlier conversation with Scarlett. I couldn’t shake off how she sounded after she spoke so casually about the slap and bloody lip.
It was just like her to downplay whatever had happened between her and her father and try to act like it didn’t bother her, but I knew better. She was strong—stubborn, even—but she wasn’t made of stone, and I clearly heard the hurt in her voice. Perhaps she wasn't familiar with getting hit like I was, so it must have hurt her feelings and her pride.
I’d planned to go straight home, meet her, and figure out our next steps, but thinking about it again, a different idea came to my mind, and I realized having a conversation with her now would be a less effective plan.
Why wait to deal
