Chapter 36

Scarlett The heat inside me was rising, curling in my chest, and spreading through every vein until it reached my fingertips. The kind of head that had nothing to do with the temperature in the car. I shifted, trying to put a sliver of space between us, but Lucien’s hand closed around my wrist before I could move away. “Where do you think you’re going, hmm, little wolf?” His voice was laced with teasing yet at the same time, it threaded with warning. I blinked at him. “I wasn’t–” “Don’t play innocent, little wolf,” he said while looping his hands around my waist, pulling me closer–almost letting me sit on his lap while we are inside of the car. “You’ve been avoiding me since the moment we left the banquet.” What avoidance? I frowned. “I wasn’t. I even respond to you, didn’t I?” His mouth lifted–in sneer. “What? You think I can’t sense the way your heartbeat changes when I’m close and how you’ve been avoiding my eye contact–not just that, you think you hid it too well, but you would rai