CHAPTER 25
EMMA
Carter and I had a gorgeous, beautiful Sunday to ourselves before he’d be forced to leave to watch Nikolai fight. I didn’t realize how much time he would be spending away from me. Once Carter got home last night, he took a shower, and we laid in bed. He didn’t speak; he just held me. I wanted to tell him how much I hated myself for getting him involved with Scar, but I knew he didn’t want to talk about it. So that was why I decided to give him his space. When he was ready to speak, he’d find me. But it killed me to feel the distance between us.
Closing my eyes, I tilted my head up to the sky and let the sun soak into my skin. It did nothing to calm my nerves. The back door opened, and I watched Carter stroll toward me from the corner of my eye, dressed in swimming trunks
