His Mate, My Spy
she murmured under her breath.
Her mind drifted back to him - his calm presence, the way he carried himself, the way he spoke, the way he looked at her.
Nothing about him felt like the kind of man who would require this level of… control.
This level of secrecy.
So why?
Is this really about Robin Hood?
Or is there something else?
Something bigger?
Something they’re not telling me?
The thought settled heavily in her chest.
Emily exhaled slowly, pushing herself away from the sink.
Emily slipped her phone back into her pocket and unlocked the bathroom door, her expression once again composed, unreadable.