#Chapter81
/"She called … she needs to speak to you./" I cover, hiding the tremor in my voice. He looks both instantly annoyed and something else… wary.
/"When?/" The dark look is back, I hope that means he’s not happy about her call and not that I forgot to tell him. Not that I could be blamed. I was unconscious after all.
/"Before I … dramatically met the floor./" I try a small smile, but he doesn’t look pleased, he’s glowering, at me.
No … Too soon?
I think he’s displeased in general. He frowns and picks his cell up from the table, slides it open with one hand. I have a moment of panic, wondering if I exited his text box but he doesn’t react, so I guess I did.
That was close! Stupid, Emma, really stupid.
He’s still holding me, keeping me upright and quickly sits me down in the seat nearby, before he presses his cell screen.
He’s going to call her right now! … Right here, with me sitting beside him?
