Scarlett's POV
The heat inside me was rising, curling in my chest, and spreading through every vein until it reached my fingertips. The kind of heat that had nothing to do with the temperature in the car. I shifted, trying to put a sliver of space between us, but Lucien's hand closed around my wrist before I could move away.
"Where do you think you're going, hmm, little wolf?" His voice was laced with teasing, but at the same time, it carried a warning.
I blinked at him. "I wasn't—"
"Don't play innocent, little wolf," he said, looping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer—almost sitting me on his lap while we were inside the car. "You've been avoiding me since the moment we left the banquet."
What avoidance?
I frowned. "I wasn't. I even responded to you, didn't I?"
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