EMMETT
After a long shower, a fresh pair of clothes, and a shave, I felt like a new man. Gage was right. I would feel better, but that never stopped me from feeling guilty.
Gage came into the hotel room, telling me that his mate was downstairs and was still scared after what happened to her by the warehouse. He would bring her back to the house with us, which meant we would have to use transportation to get back and not our speed.
Gage arranged for a taxi to come to collect us, and we all set off. I said nothing to either of them, keeping my eyes trained out the window. I watched everything pass me by till the house came into view two hours later.
My stomach churned.
Opening the door when the taxi came to a stop, I stepped out and looked up. How could I feel so nervous about the house
