Emily’s POV
Aubrey instantly whistled before leaning back on the seat and blinking her eyes in surprise.
“But… why?” She prodded.
I shook my head, looking lost. “I really have no idea why.”
She smiled, a crooked one, before tucking a loose bang behind her ears and stretching her hands towards me. I stared at her, wondering if she would hypnotize me into revealing the main truth if I grabbed those hands.
Finally, I touched it in a dazed manner and struggled to remain connected with my subconscious. My wolf shrunk back as Aubrey squeezed my hand in hers.
“You’re a strong woman, Emily. There is no decision that you take at this point that Armon wouldn’t respect, you know, right?”
I nodded, staring at her like a scared little girl.
“Tell him…” Her voice trailed off in a sharp whisper.
