~ Scarlett's POV ~
Regis had been back for two days. Two long torturous days—and I hadn’t heard a single damn word from him.
No knock on my door. No sly smirks or drunken midnight visits. Not even a half-hearted excuse that he used to make.
Just silence.
I stood by the wide arched window of the Crimson Moon packhouse, watching dusk bleed into the horizon.
My perfectly manicured nails dug into the velvet curtain, frustration bubbling beneath the surface of my painted calm. I wore his favorite color—deep red—tonight.
Silken, tight, and cut just low enough. The kind that clung to my body like blood. Silk hugged my hips, dipped low across my chest, whispering promises with every step I took. And yet… the bedroom we once shared remained cold. Empty. Unclaimed.
He hadn’t even glanced at
