‘You can stand outside the door,’ I said softly, taking the gamble. ‘To make sure I don’t do anything funny. I just want to talk. I haven’t seen her since… well. Since we were last together.’ I’d never been much for charming men, and I certainly wasn’t about to then, as I stood there covered in bruises in a flimsy hospital gown. But this man didn’t want charm; he was hungry for something else. I met his eyes and focused on projecting all the pain and hurt I’d felt from Andrea’s betrayal, allowing it to bubble to the surface. He winced.
‘You have five minutes,’ he muttered, looking away. ‘Don’t work her up. She’s easily exhausted.’
I nodded. Emily’s arms were draped listlessly against her restraints, her enormous stomach presiding above the rest of her form, which looked thinner and more
