Their faces hovered close — a breath apart. Scarlet’s pulse thudded in her throat, the air thick with something electric, uncertain. Lysander’s gaze flicked from her lips to her eyes, and for a fleeting second, she thought he might stop — that he’d step back and laugh it off.He didn’t.He leaned in, slow and deliberate, until she could feel the whisper of his breath against her skin. The moment stretched — fragile, dangerous. Her lashes fluttered shut.And then—A flash. Seraphina’s voice. That smug smile. The thought of him — Lysander — holding Seraphina just like this, his mouth on hers, his hands tangled in her hair.Scarlet’s chest tightened. The warmth between them twisted into heat — sharp, bitter. She jerked back like she’d been burned.Lysander blinked, confused. “Scarlet—?”But she was already stepping away, her jaw tight, her breath unsteady. “Don’t,” she said, her voice low, controlled.He reached out, but she moved first — pushing him firmly in the chest. “Don’t you dare.
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