Chapter 40

Scarlett’s POV

Morning arrives with a crisp chill, but I can barely notice it through the haze of unease settling over me. The “scent confrontation” from last night still lingers in my memory—the way Killian’s gaze had burned through me, claiming every corner of my thoughts. I don’t know if I should be scared or exhilarated. Maybe it’s both.

By the time I descend to breakfast, I notice the subtle—but unmistakable—changes. Two additional guards flank the hallway ...