Scarlett's POV
My eyes widened in pure terror. My heart, which had only just begun to slow its frantic pace, kicked back into a desperate gallop. I stood there shivering and naked, slick with Leo's scent and the heat of his release, while another brother stood just inches away on the other side of that thin wooden door.
Leo stiffened instantly, his hand freezing on the brass knob. His muscles corded with sudden tension, and for a fleeting second, I saw a flash of something akin to panic in his eyes before it was replaced by a gaze of cold, murderous steel. He looked ready to kill Leon if he dared to step through that door.
But before the handle could click open, a sharp, familiar voice cut through the silence of the hallway.
"Leon? What the hell are you doing at Scarlett's door?"
It was Lana. My heart skipped a beat.
