EMMA'S POV
I shouldn't be scared of meeting him, there is nothing hurtful that he can do to me that he hasn't done already. He is the one that has wronged me, I shouldn't honour him with my fear.
I tell myself as the two guards roughly pull me up the short staircase leading to the warden's office. I should be breathing in his heavenly scent by now, but all I can smell is coffee and heavy perfume.
Has he not arrived yet? His scent was too profound the last time we met that I doubt I would fail to smell him if he were so close.
The hear voices inside the closed room as we approach and the door swings open even before we get there. The guards picks up their pace and ends up literally dragging me. I imagine the can't afford to keep whoever is in there waiting. They said it's my mate but
