Chapter 13
Scarlett's POV
Sleep came in broken fragments.
Every time I drifted off, I found myself back in my old bedroom in the Marchetti estate, seventeen again, staring out from my window at Christian leaving the house as usual for the night. In the dream he looked exactly as he had back then—untouchable, impossibly handsome, the only boy I'd ever loved.
"Scar." It was a nickname I'd heard all my life. Yet somehow, the way it rolled off Christian's tongue that day made it sound like it had been invented just for me.
Then the dream shifted.
Crimson eyes.
Blood.
My father's body hitting the ground.
Christian's face twisted in agony as someone called him...
Alpha.
I jerked awake with a sharp gasp, my heart hammering so hard it hurt. Light spilled through the curtains, but it di
