Avery. POV
Or so I thought.
Because the moment I stepped in and shut the door behind me, I realized something was off. I couldn't even catch a whiff of his pine mixed with fresh soil and sander wood scent and the aura I'm the room just felt really out of place.
The weight pressing down on my chest didn’t lift. It only got heavier.
Aidan wasn’t the one who had spoken.
Emery was sitting in Aidan’s chair, his posture relaxed, fingers drumming lightly against the desk. My brows furrowed. He looked far too comfortable in a situation that had nearly made my heart explode with panic.
"You did just that?" I asked, still stunned. I mean it was obvious, the evidence was clearly lying right in front of me and yet I still felt the urgent need to ask.
Emery smirked. "Had to. There was no other w
