8. Jessica

When I finally arrived home, Emma was still up, waiting for me. The second she saw me, visible relief crosses her face and she jumped out of her seat, her eyes immediately scanning me. Seeing I didn't come home with any weird marks on my skin, she lets out a sigh, a smile on her face.

"Welcome home." She says, ushering me in.

"Thank you," I mutter, smiling at her.

"So, how was your date?" She asks as she goes back to sit, her voice laced with interest. I let out a small sigh, removing the coat from my body.

"Great? At least, I didn't get killed since that's what you were so worried about." I tell her, removing the jewelry I have on. She smiles, rubbing her palms together.

"I can't help it. You tend to do worrisome things."

"So I've heard," I murmur.

"Who's the person, though?"

I pause, then decide to tell her the truth. "Devon Reeves," I say simply, walking to the kitchen to grab myself a bottle of water.

"Devon Reeves?" She repeats, staring at me, her eyes widened in surprise. I nod