Emmerson
I looked at Mina, and I could tell she was anxious. The way she shifted slightly, the uncertainty in her gaze—it was clear she didn’t know how I’d react to what she’d done. But what she didn’t realize yet, what I needed her to know, was that I liked it.
I loved what she’d done.
Her taking the initiative, making decisions, putting her foot down—even though she wasn’t sure if I’d approve—it showed strength. It brought balance to us, to our relationship.
You see, I’m older than Mina. Old enough to be her father, truth be told, and that naturally gives me a certain leverage over her. Not just age, either. My wealth, my experience, my knowledge of the world—those things, too, have a way of tipping the scales in my favour.
But she... Mina. She balances it all.
She brings spice int
