“Scarlett—”
“How many times?” I demand, voice rising. “How many times have you done this?”
“I haven’t?—”
“DON’T FUCKING LIE!”
My body surges upward but the room shifts violently and I stumble, gripping the sofa to stay upright.
He steps toward me, hands up like I’m an animal that might bolt.
“Baby, you were out of control?—”
“WHAT DID YOU GIVE ME?”
He flinches.
That’s all the answer I need.
Because my vision blurs at the edges.
My limbs feel heavy.
My tongue feels thick.
My heartbeat kicks too fast, then too slow, then too fast again.
“Noah…” My voice breaks—raw, furious, terrified. “What the fuck did you do to me?”
His face crumples with guilt and something colder—relief that he got it in me before I noticed.
“You needed calming down,” he whispers. “You were spiralling. You were going to hurt yourself. I just—” He swallows. “I just need to keep you safe.”
Safe.
Safe.
The word snaps something inside me.
“You drugged me,” I choke out. “You fucking drugged me.”
He reaches for me.
I stumble back.
The room tilts harder.
My breath shakes.
“Noah,” I gasp, “don’t touch me?—”
“Scar—”
“DON’T TOUCH ME!”
My knees buckle.
He catches me before I hit the floor.
