Scarlett's POV
I flinched as if he'd struck me. Save me? The word echoed in my head, sounding entirely wrong, almost unreal. It didn't fit him… it didn't fit this situation.
I wanted to ask what he meant, to make sense of it, but the threat of the Rogue King's camp was enough to make my legs move before my mind could catch up. I scrambled into the seat, pulling my knees to my chest and trying to take up as little space as possible, as if shrinking myself could somehow make me invisible.
The door slammed shut, sealing out the sounds of the forest. The SUV began to move, the ride so smooth I couldn't even feel the road.
"You're bleeding," Ethan remarked after a few minutes of suffocating silence. He wasn't looking at me; he was looking at a tablet in his hand, but his nose—his Alpha senses—clearly picked up the scent of the blood on my skin.
I touched my bruised cheek, my fingers coming away red. "It doesn't matter," I whispered, my voice cracking.
