CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
REED’S POV
SOMETHING SUSPICIOUS
It is a little past midnight by the time I finally stumble into my penthouse, the alcohol still buzzing through my system in a way that makes everything feel slightly delayed, slightly softer around the edges. I barely make it to my bed before dropping onto it fully dressed, too exhausted to care and too drunk to do anything but let the darkness take me. And even then, she follows me there.
Scarlett.
She slips into my dreams like she belongs there, like she has always belonged there, and I can still taste her on my lips, that same dangerous sweetness from earlier, the memory of it so vivid it feels real all over again. Her brown eyes hold mine, softer than I have ever seen them, pulling me in until everything else fades, until there is
