Chapter 80

Scarlett

Chapter 80

Hand in hand, we returned to the party, my heart light, khowing that despite everything, I was exactly where I belonged.

As we returned to the party hall, I immediately noticed the glances from Maxwell and Clay. Their shared look was both amused and knowing, and I felt my cheeks heat up with a blush.

“Had a private party without us?” Clay teased, reaching over to tickle me. I laughed, swatting his hand playfully, but he leaned in to kiss the mark on my neck, a reminder of the bond we shared. The spot held all their marks, each one unique yet layered closely, a symbol of their claim and our connection.

“You’ll pay for that when we retire,” he whispered, his voice low and promising. A shiver ran through me, and I felt a pulse of anticipation deep inside, knowing exactly what he meant.

We were served wine, and after a few sips, I felt an odd wave of drowsiness wash over me. I hadn’t even finished my glass, so it didn’t make sense to feel this tired. But as I sat there, the warmth of the wine mixing with my contentment, I found my eyes growing heavy. I tried fo brush it off, chalking it up to the night’s excitement and the recent intimate moment with Lucian. Maybe it was just fatigue, I told myself.