Chapter 22

Scarlett's POV The sun hadn't even fully touched the sky when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I groaned, cracked one eye open, and reached for it blindly. The screen glared at me like a smug little demon. Faye. Her again. I opened the message with the same caution I'd use to open a viper's mouth. As expected, she delivered her poison—a photo. In the photo, she was sprawled naked across Alexander's chest, his arm possessively draped over her like she was some precious artifact. Her hair was tousled, her lips were swollen with the afterglow smirk she wore so well, and there were red marks and bites all over her neck, proudly shown off to the camera. The message? "He still sleeps like a baby when he's with me. Must be love." I stared at the image for four solid seconds, ignoring the stinging in my chest. Then I rolled my eyes so hard it nearly cracked the bones in my skull. You want to play games? Fine. My fingers danced across the screen. "You might want to work on tightening that ass