Chapter Thirty-nine

Scarlett’s POV

I pull myself gently from Kane’s hold, trying not to wake him. My legs are shaky when I stand, my body still humming with memories. I wrap a robe around myself and run shaky fingers through my hair. I can’t think straight. I need a moment—just one moment—to breathe.

But the universe does not give me that grace because the moment I turn toward the window, I feel it.

A presence outside. A powerful one. Before I can even process it, someone knocks on my ...