Emma's POV
"Good night, Charlotte," I whisper, and gently close the book. Placing the book on her nightstand, I step down from the bed and walk out of the room. Matthews follows behind me, and turns off the lights in her room before closing the door shut.
A sigh leaves my lips. I never thought telling a bedtime story would feel so good.
"I allowed this only because Lotte wanted you to tell her a bedtime story," Matthew's sharp voice ruins my peace. I turn to find the rigidness back on his face. "Next time, I won't allow it."
I frown. "And why is that?"
His gaze darkens, "I don't want you close to my sister. She is precious to me, and I won't let anyone harm her."
I scoff, and cross my arms, "Look who's talking. Charlotte was in her enemy pack, and literally seconds away from danger o
