Chapter 18
Scarlett's POV
My whole body hurt. I groaned when I shifted and realized I was lying in bed. I was restless rather than angry, which surprised me more than it should have.
I lay there for a couple moments, staring at the ceiling, trying to recall last night. Clementina had brought me here last night with an apologetic face when she found me on the balcony railings after Christian… again.
I felt uneasy, my mind drifting back to last night. I remembered the angry red marks across his back, the heat of them still lingering on my fingertips. They hadn't looked like ordinary wounds. They'd looked... wrong. What if it got worse or caught an infection?
It wasn't my problem. He deserved worse than a scar. He deserved to suffer. Whatever happened to him wasn't my concern. All I sho
