Emma POV
As I slowly awakened, Inara's voice echoed in my mind, cautioning me. “He’s worried and upset, Emma,” Inara said, her voice laced with concern, “Mate feels really bad right now. Let’s not yell; we need to give him a chance to explain.”
The room was devoid of familiar scents, except for Clay's comforting aroma. As I rose from the bed, I noticed the plain, windowless room with basic furniture. My attire, oversized sweatpants, and a t-shirt indicated Clay had dressed me.
Stepping outside, I was enveloped in Clay's scent, confirming our solitude. Clay, looking concerned, greeted me in the living area.
“Emma,” he said, my name catching in his throat.
“See, he’s worried,” Inara said, her voice low and urgent, “so try to stay calm, Emma.”
“Where are we, Clay?” I asked, trying my
