Chapter 117
- Emma’s POV
- Later that afternoon, the lock on the door clicked from the outside, and in came Darius without so much as a knock. That good-for-nothing bastard. What if I was naked or something? He just strolled in like he owned the damn place. Scratch that—he literally did own the place.
- This was his pack, after all. And honestly, I had no clue why I was even here, except for Andrea.