Miriam’s POV
I know a storm when I feel one.
And there was a storm building in that cabin.
It wasn’t in the wind or the clouds, though God knows Nova Scotia’s morning fog was thick enough to choke a secret. No, the storm was inside, trapped between the walls, the wounds, and two men in love with the same woman.
And the woman?
Scarlett.
My Scarlett.
She was standing in the eye of it, silent, shaken, spinning behind those eyes.
I came into the main room quietly. No one saw me at first. Jasper was sitting, barely, trying to stay upright, his bandaged shoulder leaking fresh blood again. Scarlett stood by the table, arms crossed, jaw clenched. And Elias… Elias was watching her. Watching her like a man starved.
Something about that boy always rubbed me the wrong way. Too quiet. Too meas
