Scarlett's POV
As soon as the door clicked shut behind Lucien, the tension in the room shifted. Not lighter, not heavier. The silence in the room wasn't peace—it was pressure.
Earlier, when Lucien made me choose and I chose to stay to talk to Alexander, I briefly recalled how his eyes had darkened and his jaw had clenched.
Thinking about his expression made my heart tighten. But I wanted to talk to Alexander—not to get back together, but to clear things up with him.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt the weight of Alexander's stare.
His eyes were on me.
Hungry.
Possessive.
And with those falsely affectionate gazes aimed at me.
I took a step back; my heart was still racing from Lucien's exit. "Tell me, what is it that you want? You have fourteen minutes to talk to me."
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