SCARLETT POV – CHAPTER 58
The hallway outside the room where Jesse was resting smelled faintly of antiseptic and cedar polish, an odd comfort mingling with the tension that knotted my stomach. Each step I took toward him was weighted with more than just concern; it was the invisible pull that had started the moment I glimpsed him in the clearing, a tug threading through me, a whisper that we were meant to be more than survivors of our past.
I paused outside the door, hand hovering over the handle, heart skipping in a way that had nothing to do with fear. It was anticipation, a nervousness I hadn’t felt in years, one that made my chest tighten with a strange combination of longing and hesitation. Jesse had always been… Jesse. Strong, relentless, impossible to ignore. A presence that could
