Emilia’s Pov
Things happened too quickly. One minute, we were home, and the next, we were before the house I had stupidly signed away to my parents. Honestly, I had not been paying attention on our way; my mind was still far too occupied with the day’s events to notice.
I turned to Adrian, who appeared calmer than usual.
“What is the meaning of this?” I half-yelled, but he provided no answer. Instead, I watched as the gates opened and the driver wheeled the car in.
“Adrian, I want to go home... I don’t want to have dinner with them,” I whispered, desperation clawing through my veins like an overdosed injection.
But still, the devil was quiet. The door at his end opened, and he placed a leg out.
“Adrian.”
I held him back, my hands trembling as my eyes darted from him to the closed do
