Scarlett's POV
The following morning, the sun felt too bright, its rays stinging my tired eyes as I dressed in my plain servant's uniform. I moved gingerly, my thighs aching and the sensitive skin of my neck throbbing where Leo had marked me.
I spent ten minutes in front of my cracked mirror, carefully fastening the high collar of my shirt and using my chocolate-brown hair to shroud the blossoming purple bruises.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I balanced the heavy silver trays. It was time for the morning rounds.
I walked toward the Alpha wing, my legs shaking so violently I feared the porcelain would shatter. I reached Liam's door first. I knocked softly, my breath hitching in my chest.
"Get out!" his voice roared from inside, sounding jagged and raw, as if he hadn't slept for a single second.
I flinched, moving quickly toward Leon's door. My skin crawled at the memory of his fingers inside me in the woods. I knocked, my knuckles barely brushing the wood.
