She'd run into James twice more after he'd left that last time, and both times he'd been on his way up, to see Kylie or Kyriane or whatever her name was. She'd had to endure listening to the bedsprings from upstairs creak and wonder if it had been James up there every time. Not even the loudest heavy metal music could drown out the creaking of those springs, and besides, people had started banging on her walls when she'd turned it up really loud.
Luc burst into the room, took one look at her dishevelled state and the ruins of an apartment around her, and immediately took her into his arms. "Poor Emma," Luc murmured consolingly. "You're not feeling well at all, are you?"
Emma shook her head piteously.
"Come on then. I'll make you a cup of tea and something to eat, and you can tell me all
