Scarlett's POV
But the touch never came.
Not to my waist… not to my legs.
Instead, I felt his fingers brush against the sensitive skin of my throat.
My eyes snapped open in shock. He wasn't reaching for my buttons; he was reaching for the metal choker.
I heard a soft click—a sound more beautiful than any music—as he used a small, intricate key. The heavy weight that had been crushing my soul and severing me from my wolf suddenly vanished. He pulled the collar away, tossing the metal onto the nightstand.
I gasped, my hand flying to my neck, feeling the bare, bruised skin. For the first time in hours, I felt the faint, flickering warmth of Zoe deep inside me, waking up from the magical sleep.
Ethan stood up, putting several feet of distance between us. He looked down at me, his expression still unreadable.
