Emmett's expression wasn't as pleased as Severine's. All because of the person blocking his path.
The moment he stepped out of Severine's room and turned toward his own, he nearly collided with a broad figure.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his brows twisting into a deep frown as he took in Damien's rather disheveled state.
The wolf Awakener leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets. His brown hair was tousled, and a cigarette smoldered between his clenched teeth.
The thick smell of smoke swirled in the air as wisps of gray mist floated upward.
He might have looked like a cold-faced hero if not for the heavy scowl.
"You were with that woman for nearly an hour."
Seven minutes wouldn't make much difference, so the young master Damien generously didn't bother with it.
Emmett's forehead relaxed before his brow quirked up in a curious arch. A flicker of amusement returned to his face along with his languid smile.
What is this brat up to now?
