CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
REED’S POV
ONE MORE SHOT
How is it even possible to miss someone who has not actually left my life yet, not completely, not in any way that should justify this constant, gnawing ache sitting right beneath my ribs like it has made a home there? The question loops in my mind with some kins of torment, because technically she is still here, still within reach, still someone I could walk up to and speak to if things were even remotely normal between us. I mean, that is if Saul doesn’t go ballistic.
But nothing about Scarlet and me has ever been normal, and if I am being brutally honest with myself, most of the time she has been in my life, she has spent it hating me, or at the very least pretending to, meeting every word I say with sharp resistance and every attempt at u
