Roland's POV.
My lips and ears as I heard Aubrie say, “I'm coming with you.”
I turned to her, “Why the hell would she be interested in Andrea's party? Shouldn't you be focused on killing the person who killed your lover?” A scoff travelled through my throat with a glare that marred my face.
“Of course, I'm focused,” she snapped back softly at me, like we were friends, and shifted her gaze to Emma with a smile. “But how much can a little fun hurt?” She whined.
“Be careful with her, Emma. She is dangerous.” Tammy warned.
A sigh swept through George's lips as he walked away from the counter to attend to a customer.
“I'll come with you,” I uttered aloud, and they all looked at me, surprised. “What?” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Why would you come with me?” Emma questioned rather soft
