CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
SCARELETT’S POV
KISSING & THREATS
The sane part of me is screaming. It is loud, very insistent, clawing its way to the surface with every ounce of logic I have left, reminding me of everything that is at stake, everything that could go wrong, everything that will go wrong if I let this continue for even a second longer. It tells me to walk away, to put distance between us, to end this before it turns into something irreversible.
Before it turns into a mistake I cannot undo.
Before one of us gives in.
Before I do something reckless, something dangerous, something like leaning forward and kissing him.
But the problem is, that voice is fading. It is being drowned out by something stronger, something heavier, something that wraps around my thoughts and pulls me deepe
