Chapter 49 His Touch

• SCARLETT'S POV
• I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, the soft sheets tangled around my legs. Blinking against the dim light filtering through the curtains, it took a moment to realize where I was. Alex’s room. My heart raced as the events from earlier came rushing back. His anger, his grip, the way he—
• I shot up, clutching the sheets to my chest, panic clawing at me. Had he… done something? My hands trembled as I checked myself, my pulse thundering in my ears. To my surprise, everything seemed fine. No marks, no soreness… nothing. A wave of relief crashed over me, though it did little to calm the unease swirling in my chest.