Emmey 's p.o.v
I was busy looking around his room, I meant Mr knight 's old bedroom. It was a small room with a bed at the corner, a chair table with a study light, a shelf full of books and photo frames. The room was very organised, and everything was kept in its place.
I walked to the shelf and amused by the collection of his books. I took a step closer to the bookshelf to take a closer view, then my eyes caught by the beautiful pictures of sixteen years old Jack Knight. He was so lean and thin with a pair of curious and expressive deep blue eyes. He looked so adorable.
' I bet nobody could ever imagine that the sixteen years old cute, innocent boy in the photo can be grown up into an angry, arrogant hulk.'
As the thought appeared in my mind I bit my lower lip to suppress the laugh
