CHAPTER SISXTY-SEVEN
SCARLETT’S POV
CHOICES
I am trembling with anger, and it is not the kind that burns hot and fast before fading into something manageable, but the kind that settles deep into the bones and refuses to loosen its grip, the kind that sharpens every thought until there is nothing left but the need to act.
Dominic stands across from me, tall and immovable, wearing that same grim, controlled expression that makes it impossible to tell what he is thinking beyond the fact that he has already calculated every possible outcome of this situation. It strikes me, distantly, that this is the first time we are meeting in person again since he approached me with that cool, calculated offer to become the CMO of Reed’s fashion company, back when everything between us had been all str
