Romans & histoires Who Is Emmett In A Quiet Place

I hesitated, glancing at the tray in my hands, then back at him. “You sure?” “Yeah,” he said with that easy, quiet confidence. “It’s just lunch, not a contract.” I smiled awkwardly and slid into the empty seat across from him. The moment I sat, one of the boys grinned. “I’m Ethan,” the sandy-haired one said. “And this is Liam. You’re Emma, right? The new girl everyone keeps saying made Mr. Nolan smile for the first time in three years?” I laughed, surprised. “I don’t think that’s true. He just liked my essay.”

Then he stepped away. Emmett John — he was a detective, alright. Nathan lowered the gun. “Just being extra careful.” He handed him the ID. “What do you want from me?” “Ouch,” Emmett finally lowered his arms. “I need your help,” he said. “My help?” Nathan furrowed his brows. “Why would a detective possibly want my help?” “Let’s sit somewhere and talk over a cup of tea,” Emmett suggested. He led the way to a tea shop, where they sat outside. It felt more private, as there was no one else around.

I would not leave to some safe room like some scared little girl when he was out protecting all of us. Finally, the office door opens, and Emmett walks to his desk. He pauses for a moment at the hole in his wall and rubs the back of his neck. Almost as if he forgot he made a hole in his office. He looks perfect, not a hair out of place. He has some dried blood on his naked, exposed chest, but it doesn't appear to be his. I internally sigh. He is okay. My mind needs him to be safe. "You look okay but are you okay," I ask before I can stop my lips and tongue from moving.

The captain watched as he fidgeted through the first few moments of silence. "Why are you here, Emmett?" the captain asked him. "How do you mean, Captain?" "You are in this army for a reason and you were sent to me for a reason. Why do you think you are here?" he watched Emmett’s response as he spoke to him.

''Your mother has been quite lazy lately,'' Emmet's father replies. Emmet wraps his arm around my waist, ''Sit down, I'll get some water.'' He says near my ear while Jennifer just eye us with a smile on her face, gesturing for her husband to watch us too. My cheeks flush pink, quite embarrassed to see them eyeing me that way. I sit down, leaving the seat beside me empty for Emmet. As soon as Emmet arrives with a jug of water, his phone starts ringing, making him walk towards the living room, looking down at the caller ID. Then, he disappears into the bedroom to answer the call—leaving the three of us sit in utter silence.

"Emmett, go wait outside the pits. I want you to be the first person Lilith sees when she gets out of there. Then take her back to your place and get her settled in. You can do whatever you want with her, torture-wise. But you're not allowed to kill her. Understood?" Emmett nodded, slipping his hands into his pocket. His blonde hair fell over his eyes from the movement. The sleeves of his black dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattooed arms. He's always appeared to be the most relaxed out of all of us, but behind those blue eyes and calm demeanour is a monster just like the rest of us. It's his easy smile and his steel blue eyes that make him a dangerous predator.

No one knows Emmett better here than me, so it’s better I face off with him. Even if I can’t predict what he is going to say. Leaving Thought to wait downstairs, I walk up to where Emmett is settling in to his new room. It is right at the top of the stairs, on the other side of the estate from where Thought’s quarters are. Sticking my head through the door, I see him sitting on the bed, staring out the window at the rolling meadows sprinkled with wildflowers beyond.

Harry’s second-in-command spotted him rushing over and tried to give a report, but Harry cut him off in agitation. “Where is she? Where’s Lianne?” The second-in-command froze for a moment, then quickly pointed toward the entrance of the airport. “It was too chaotic just now. I only had time to take a picture for you. I haven’t been able to move her–” “Shut up!” Harry’s roar thundered in the space, his eyes bloodshot. Step by step, he walked toward the entrance, but the closer he got, the slower he moved. From a distance, he could already see a figure lying on the ground. That familiar coat stood out sharply against the cold pavement. Suddenly, he couldn’t bring himself to take another step.

That's how people on the edge of divorce should act. Worried Prof. Dalloz might go in harder, I leaned close. "Prof. Dalloz, we're on his plane. Maybe ease up a little?" Another cold snort. But he didn't say a word. Just stared out the window. "I'm gonna rest for a bit," he said, eyes drifting shut. That was the last time he did. He looked the same—head high, back straight. Even in death, he still carried that quiet pride.

================================ EMMETT ALBREICHT. Emmett picked up his fiancée, Amanda, from her office because they are going to attend his mother's birthday party, back at their hometown, which is in Walnut Creek. It's going to be a four-hour-drive from the big city, so that's why they need to be early to avoid the evening rush traffic. Four hours passes by quickly, and now they are making their way inside the Albreicht family huge estate... After a few minutes, Emmett finally parked his car and steps out from the vehicle. He went towards the passenger's seat side and opened the door for Amanda.