MERRIELYNN.
I fiddled with the strap of my bag as Emorie leaned closer across the lunch table, waiting for me to explain why I’d been so tense.
My fork hovered above my plate as I debated how much I wanted to tell her, but there wasn’t much point in keeping it to myself. She’d pry it out of me eventually.
“So,” I began reluctantly, “Cormac said he’d help with the moonstone.”
Emorie’s eyes widened, a bright smile lighting up her face. “Really? That’s great! I knew he’d—wait.” Her smile faltered. “What’s the catch? Don’t tell me he just agreed out of the kindness of his heart.”
I sighed, stabbing my food half-heartedly. “He agreed. But there’s a condition.”
Her brows furrowed. “What kind of condition?”
I shifted uncomfortably, finally meeting her gaze. “I have to sit with him every da
