Chapter 92

• As Emerald's frustration intensified, her senses became more acute. She noticed Andrew's grip tighten on the edges of the tray, and saw his lips part slightly as if to speak, before closing once more. It was apparent that her words had struck a nerve.
• When he finally spoke, his voice was disappointingly flat, almost as if masking irritation. "Why should I apologize for wanting to protect you? You've made a choice that risks your safety. I opposed it, yet you expect me to apologize for that?"
• Emerald paused, realizing that what she needed to say would be better articulated with a calm voice. "Emerald—"