The only sound defining the tense calm in the safe house was the crackling of the fire in the old fireplace. With everything that had happened spinning in her brain, Emily sat at James's side. Oliver was no longer someone she could trust; Dominic had been taken away; James was weak and in pain. Even still, despite all the chaos, she could no longer deny something else that was tugging at her heart. It was hard for her to control her feelings for James, which had been simmering under the surface for a while. Gazing at his expression, which was both pale and calm, she questioned whether this moment, given everything else, was right to finally share the feelings that had been building between them.
Before Emily could say anything more, however, the door creased open again. Oliver stepped bac
