As promised, I used my magic to throw everyone's s**t outside, and then I recast the spell to keep everyone out. But I keep forgetting Caius is frigging immune. He strolls in, unaffected by the death glare I'm offering him from the corner of my house. I hold my hot tea to me, letting the aroma try to bring me calmness. It's not working. "Scarlet, we need to talk." I say nothing. I just look away, refusing to acknowledge him. I keep hoping if I shut my eyes, I'll open them to see he has left me in peace. "Fine. I'll talk," he says with exasperation. "Clive told me what happened, and I realize you're pissed at him, but that has absolutely nothing to do with Chase or me. You're still welcome to hate Sully. That guy's a prick." Involuntarily, the corners of my lips try to tug into a smile, but
