Chapter 40

Scarlett's POV The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was him. None other than Lucien. He was sitting right beside my bed, elbows braced on his knees, head tilted slightly toward me as if he'd been studying me for hours. The dim lighting from the bedside lamp cast shadows along the sharp lines of his jaw, and his silver eyes burned—not with warmth, but with fury. I couldn't help but feel guilty for some reason, although I didn't know what I had done for him to look at me that way. The moment our gazes met, his expression shifted. Anger. Pure, unfiltered anger. "Oh, so you're awake?" His tone was filled with mockery. I blinked at him. "Yeah. What's wrong?" "What's wrong? You're asking me what's wrong?! Do you realize what you're doing, huh?! Do you realize how dangerous it is?!" he exclaimed, furious. I was taken aback. This was the first time I had seen him yell and get this angry with me. I frowned. "I'm not deaf. I can hear you loud and clear, so there's no need for you to screa