Page 219 of Legacy
Fire licks at my throat. “Don’t mock me Adriana.”
“Scarlet,” she corrects her laughter dying down.
“Scarlet, just answer me.”
“No, I don’t live that lifestyle, that’s Luciano’s thing. Zephyr—”
“Don’tsay his name,“ I snap instantly regretting it.
She takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly, a smirk still on her lips.
My torturous little queen loves me riled up about this…
“He was a fling that flew in every other weekend for like six months before we ended things.”
She pauses and I mull it over. I have more questions.
“No collar, no commands, or whatever else is going through your head—no special toys, or straps or ties,okay?”
I swallow hard. No, it’s not okay. Not by a long shot. He touched her. He knows her.
The way I do.
And there’s no one to blame, but myself.
“I don’t want you in there with me when I sign.”
“Angelo—”
“Please.”
Her jaw tightens. Her fingers clench in her lap.
But then she nods.
“Okay,” she says quietly. “I’ll wait in the car.”
The air leaves my lungs.
Not in relief. Not exactly.
More like… restraint. Like she just handed me something merciful, and I don’t know what to do with it yet.
I don’t thank her.
I just nod once, and park the car.
“I’ll make it quick,” I say stepping out and glancing at her before shutting the car door.
She doesn’t look at me. Just nods, eyes downcast.
I open the door to Obsidian and the scent hits me the second I step into the club.
Leather. Clean linen. Expensive citrus.
It’s not grimy. Not overdone.
Just... designed.
