Emily's POV
"Why aren't you talking about it?" I questioned Ava in a low tone. She shot a brief glare at me before she responded.
"Actually, I could not identify the girl. I wouldn't lie to you," she stated, pulling me towards her room, "not everyone should listen to our discussion."
It was well furnished and deserving of the daughter of the pack. I sat on the edge of the bed and she motioned to her security men to move out of the room for the meantime.
"I can't actually describe her face, but I saw a girl massaging his arms," Ava stated, blinking her eyes like though she was trying to recall something, "don't bother going to check. We can sort this out."
"Sort what out? I asked you to help me confirm if there's a girl in there with him, and now you can't describe her face?"
"Care
