EMILY'S POV
I walked behind him as he headed towards his study, his gait giving off his annoyance.
As soon as we got there, he opened the door and stormed in, and I quietly entered behind him, closing the door after myself.
He stood in the middle of the room, just looking at me with that piercing gaze that had me feeling oddly aware. I took a few more steps forward, and he threw his question at me again.
"Where are you coming from, Emily?"
His jaw was ticking now, and I looked down.
Almost immediately, I realized myself and snapped out of whatever remorse I had been feeling.
Why did he even care to know my whereabouts?! Wasn't he the same person who had disappeared off to a completely different continent without telling me, five days ago?
"I'm not a child, Dante. And I certainl
