Emma.
I walked into the estate with Roger, my eyes cast down. I couldn't help my racing heart.
I couldn't look into Roger's eyes. My heart was still hammering wildly, like I'd just seen a ghost. And maybe I had.
Kael.
Kael was in the city. He'd been just a few inches from me. He'd almost taken me back. Roger had saved me.
As soon as we stepped inside and he slammed the door shut, Roger turned to me with a fierce look, "Emma, we need to talk."
My lips still hurt from the kiss. My hands moved slightly to my lips and I couldn't help but feel his roughness.
“Don't do that," he hissed as he watched me slowly touch my lips.
Quickly, I put my hands down but slightly bit it. For a second, I could see the hunger in his eyes and I looked down, mumbling an apology.
“Are you trying to
