Scarlett’s POV

I wake up to the smell of chicory coffee drifting under my door and the faint clink of silverware downstairs. For a second, I forget where I am. Then the silk sheets slide against my skin, and I remember: Darkpine estate. Killian’s house. My cage with gilded bars.

A soft knock.

“Miss Scarlett?” It’s Lisa, the maid who brought me food in Kieran’s penthouse. “Your ride leaves in thirty minutes. Alpha Killian says to wear the navy scrubs. They’re pressed on the ...