His Mate, My Spy
“Try not to think about it too much. If it meant something, after all these years, it would have surfaced by now.”
Emily nodded slowly, though the unease didn’t leave.
They stayed like that for a while, until Emily’s breathing finally steadied.
Then she noticed the light.
The clock on the nightstand glowed red.
4:52 a.m.
Emily froze.
“Oh no,” she breathed, pulling away. “Elaine - why didn’t you wake me?”
Elaine frowned. “You needed sleep.”
“I’m late,” Emily said, already scrambling out of bed. “I shouldn’t have stayed this long.”