*Emrys’ POV*
Not being sure what pained me more, my father's inflicted wounds that burned my back and shortened my breathing or the look
“Yes, I am sure Laker,” Emrys scoffed as he lightly smacked Laker upside his head, Laker's brown hair moving from its perfect placement, all of us at Emrys' office in the palace.Autumn decor in the Kingdom no
"Laker knows these tunnels," Emrys continued to explain he learned his shoulder into one of the cold, stone walls; his posture tense and no doubt his back stung from his fast movements earlier. "We used to play in these when I was younger,"A ghost of a smile kissed his lips as my own lips tugged upwards.
"Chelsa, Ruby, how's it going," Laker asked as we entered into Emrys' office, the warmth kissing my cheek like one would kiss a baby's cheek, and Ostana pushed past me to avoid the lingering darkness of the tunnels. Ruby, dressed now in her own fighting leathers, smiled as she saw us and next to her, a shorter and shyer girl stood.
"Glad you have a sudden interest in history, but it's scary how much you have found out in so little time Lessie," Emrys chuckled as we sat together in his office; I filled him in on everything that Chelsa had told both Ostana and I, from the vampires to The Tongue of the Devil. Emrys listened, took notes, and asked questions that I rarely had answers too. Next to him sat the pictures Ruby had sent over.
2:13 am, buzzed Emrys’ table clock.
"You are not wearing that," Emrys deadpanned as his stormy eyes sparkled with silver and he studied my outfit, lust pooling; I could tell both him and Atticus were mind linking with each other - one can only mind link with their wolf, but not other people.Pouting out my lip, I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. "What
"What's going on tomorrow?" Emrys asked as he threw his used dental floss away and then proceeded to look up to the mirror, catching my eyes. His black hair tousled beautifully and his scent of rain and cedar relaxed my brain.Raising an eyebrow as I brushed my freshly washed hair, I responded. "I don't know, what?"
“What happened?”Cold sweat gathered in my palms as I reached for my best friend's hands, her grip tightening with mine, and she took a deep breath; at least one of us could breath. At the mention of