Chapter 40

(Emily's POV)

Her perfectly left brows raise in confusion as her emerald eyes with thick extension eyelashes flicker as if I was some alien who's talking in English. Then she scoffed. "What kind of gibberish are you talking about? You? Who looks like an American, a servant of Dimitri?"

I rolled my eyes. I wish I was but that's far from the truth. "I am not his servant."

"Then, what are you? A guest? Oh please." she chuckles. I don't know why I find it annoying just by hearing her disbelief tone. "You intruder!"

She suddenly pulled me harshly to my arm which she never let go of earlier. The more she tightly grabs my arm, the more it is painful for my skin. Her fake nails were digging a hole into my skin.

"I said I am not. Where are you taking me?"

We exit the garden and she still grabs me like I was some sort of a trash bin. Can we just talk this out?

"I'll take you to the police for robbi--"

"Cosa sta succedendo qui, signorina Hert?!" I turned to the owner of that loud grumpy voice,