Scarlett's POV
It's been a long day. Museum visits have been my least favorite of all activities. They drain me out of energy, and I feel so disconnected from the world after. I'm sure I wasn't the only human to feel that way.
But this time, I was drained running all the gears in my head about Dylan and Ryder.
It was around evening when I parted from the tourist group after our late lunch. I ate as though I was having a tea break. Light snacks sufficed me. I had no appetite, which was a rare occurrence.
It was my time to disconnect from the world for real, intentionally. Locking myself up in my room, I plopped onto the bed and let out a devil-summoning sigh. I was beyond tired.
And mostly, I wanted to think as little as possible about my warning to the brothers and about m
