The party had ended, but the tension from the Mercer family's intrusion still lingered like a ghost in the grand estate. Scarlett had gone to bed much later than she wanted to, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. The way James grabbed her and Grey spoke as if she were some prize to be handed over made her blood boil.
She hated that she still felt their eyes on her as if their presence had left an imprint on her skin. Even now, in the safety of her room, she couldn't shake off the sensation of being watched.
Scarlett sat up in bed, rubbing her temples. The grand four-poster bed felt too large, too empty. She wished Ethan was here. She hadn’t heard from him since he left the estate a few days ago, and though she knew he could handle himself, a part of her itched to reach out. His presence ha
