Page 49 of His Scarlette Obsession

I don’t even know where to start, and I know I thought this earlier, but I mean it this time.

Nothing

Whatever anyone can imagine, this jet tops it, and it’s just...it just makes me feel dizzier. I haven’t even properly processed what just happened between Lykan and me in the limo. Or all of Grandma Jackie’s sage words before that. And now this...this overwhelming sense of luxury that I know will now be a part of my life, for better and for worse.

It comes with the territory as Lykan’s wife, and I just don’t know—

“Scarlette...”

—if I’m imagining that voice I just heard or I’ve completely lost my mind, so you know what?

I’m just going to turn around, and...WHOA!

My heart stutters in shock, which I know sounds poetic...even as my jaw drops, which I also know doesn’t sound quite as elegant.

“V-Vaughn?”

Am I airsick? Is this what it is? Am I hallucinating because—

He takes a step forward.

And another.

And another.

Until he’s right in front of me, and he’s close enough to touch my hand—

WHOA!

I jump back when the reality of his touch hits me.

He’s real.

How can he be real...and here?

“I was hoping you’d be a lot happier to see me.”

The faint accusation in his tone is unmistakable, and my confusion only grows.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.”

How strangely confident he sounds.

I start shaking my head. “You don’t understand. Lykan—”

“Arav’s with him now,” Vaughn dismisses, “explaining things.”

How does Vaughn know who Arav is?

“Can we talk about us for a moment?” Vaughn presses.

“There’s no us—”

“Because you’re married, right? But we can fix that—”

“There’s nothing to fix,” I protest. “I’mmarried—-”