Scarlett's POV
I bit his lip hard, the awful taste of his blood filling my mouth.
Leon groaned, a sound filled with frustration and pain, and finally pulled back.
I braced myself, my heart hammering against my ribs. I expected him to lash out, to scream, or to pin me back against that stone wall until I told him what he wanted to hear.
But he didn't.
He just stood there, his chest heaving, his thumb swiping the blood from his lower lip. He looked at me with an expression that made my skin crawl; it wasn't anger. It was a dark, terrifying promise.
"Leave," he said, his voice low but vibrating with rage. "Leave, Scarlett. But don't think for a second that this is over. I'll be seeing you soon."
