Chapter 17
Christian's POV
"Fuck."
The curse left my mouth as I poured myself a drink.
The crystal decanter clinked against the rim of the glass. My hand shook as I emptied the whiskey in one swallow.
It burned all the way down.
Good.
Maybe it would burn away the image of Scarlett in front of me, her eyes shimmering with the hurt I had caused her.
But it didn't.
I stared into the empty glass.
I'd imagined what it would be like to have her for years.
To kiss her.
To taste her.
To hear my name fall from her lips.
I'd gotten everything I'd wanted. So why did it feel like I'd lost something instead?
My jaw tightened. I hadn't planned to bring up Salvatore. Somewhere between wanting her and trying to push her away, I'd reached for the one wound guaranteed to make her hate me.
I'
