Grey leaves the room to go and answer the door, leaving Emily and I alone in the kitchen. It’s not something I’m particularly bothered by; Emily kind of entertains me, and I don’t have anything against her.
She also gave me vodka at eleven in the morning without questioning it.
I smile at her and take my seat back at the table, waiting for Grey to finish talking to whoever this ‘Vallis’ dude is at the door. I thought Emily would disappear somewhere else in the house, but she doesn’t, instead taking the barstool opposite me, in front of the fridge.
“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something, Sweetie.” She starts, folding her arms on the table and leaning towards me. I spin around to fully face her, confusion splattered all over my face like paint.
“About what?” I ask, tucking my
