Chapter 85

Scarlett had just turned to look out the window when she heard Percy speak again. "I saw it, you know. Last time, you…" Before he could finish, Scarlett clamped her hand over his mouth. She caught the driver's curious, wide-eyed stare in the rearview mirror from the corner of her eye. Percy froze. Though her hand was firmly over his lips, all he could focus on was the softness of her touch and the faint fragrance of her skin. Despite the coolness of her touch, it burned like fire, making his heart race. Scarlett shot him a glare. "Stop it! I was treating Mr. Stroud's illness! Stop spouting nonsense!" She released her hand, but Percy was annoyed. "Is that really how you treat someone's illness? I didn't see Caleb ripping Uncle Xavier's pants off to treat his illness." He hadn't had the chance to bring it up before, but it had been gnawing at him. It made him uncomfortable every time he thought of that scene. To him, Xavier was pure and noble, untouchable by anyone. But Scarlett, a