EMMA
My pulse stuttered. “I’m just heading back to my cabin.”
“In the middle of Christmas dinner?” His brows lifted, the faintest curve tugging at the corner of his mouth. “That’s not how guests behave at Lune Noire. You should be there, Emma.”
I swallowed nervously. “I’m not a guest. I’m the event planner. My job for tonight is done. You and your club can enjoy the night without me.”
He stepped closer, his presence wrapping around me like heat. I felt it again; the strange safety, the odd pull, the way the air seemed to change when he looked at me. Something about him felt so unnatural, I couldn’t tell what it was, but the feeling was always nagging at me whenever he was close to me.
His eyes looked gentler, trickles of snow touched his nose and his pink mushy lips pumped with fullne
