Scarlet's POV
I stood in the hallway, my fists clenched at my sides, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to suppress the fury bubbling inside me. My plan had failed. It was supposed to be perfect.
I had timed it flawlessly—the full moon, my heat, the K-trios' predictable schedule. They were supposed to be here, in this house, drowning in my scent, unable to resist me. They were supposed to bond with me, mate with me, and finally become mine. Obsessed. Devoted. Bound.
But that damn butler had told me they weren't available. Why? How could they not be here? I knew they weren't attending the Serpent Kiss until later, so I had planned everything meticulously.
My scent should have been everywhere, impossible to ignore. Unless they were in some dire situation—which I refuse to believe—they should have been here, crawling to me, desperate for me.
And yet, nothing.
