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SCARLETT

When I woke up this morning, there was coffee and a note resting on Alex’s beside table.

From the note I gathered that he had a work trip so he left before I woke up and so he’d left me some coffee to start the day. I scribbled a short thank you note on the back of the paper and emptied my coffee before leaving his room.

I purposely got ready in a hurry so that I wouldn’t have to go to work with Logan. After the way he ambushed me last night, I didn't care if the curse burnt him alive on his way to work. I’d much rather not see him until the murderous rage boiling within me calmed, else I’d kill him on behalf of the curse.

So, to calm my rage, I planned to focus on the good that came out of last night; spending time with Alex and getting to know the real him, the one underneath that rigid and aggressive facade.

That revelation didn’t miraculously make his wrongdoings vanish into thin air, but it chipped away some of the hostile feelings I’d been holding against him because I