Scarlett's POV
My hand moved before I was fully awake, reaching sideways across the mattress for a body that wasn't there — an old habit from four years of sleeping beside Leo. My fingers found cool sheets instead. My brows crashed together.
Too much space. A mattress too big for the life had.
The smell hit me next. Woodsmoke. Cologne. Something warm and male, soaked into the pillow under my cheek.
It snapped me fully awake with a sharp breath as I jerked up into a sitting position, my chest heaving.
The memories came back all at once after that with a terrible headache. My father's blood on white linen. The gunshot. Christian's mouth on mine in front of the mirror. His eyes, gold instead of gray.
I sat up and looked around with wide eyes scanning the bedroom. Black linen sheets, da
