Scarlett POV
I collapsed onto the bed, feeling completely drained. Gosh, I can't believe I survived that. But even as my body begged for rest, something was off. I wasn't tired. Maybe the tears had drained all my energy, or maybe it was the adrenaline from everything that had happened.
I climbed under the covers and shut my eyes, hoping sleep would come, but it didn't. I felt wide awake, as though the events of the day had somehow made me feel more alert. How am I not exhausted after everything I went through?
Frustrated, I got up and left my room. The house was eerily quiet. No maids, just the bodyguards quietly moving around, some of them lurking in the shadows, like ghosts in this enormous mansion.
I wandered the halls aimlessly, the silence pressing down on me. After a while, I headed back upstairs, my feet dragging. As I passed Mr. Grey's door, I hesitated.
