Chapter 168

• Third Person's POV
• Emma forced herself to swallow her irritation, unwilling to let Aysel be embarrassed because of something so petty. She slapped her forehead theatrically and said, "Right, right-my mistake. Too many people came tonight; the rooms must've been snapped up earlier. Aysel, why don't you stay with me? My suite is huge. We can catch up properly tonight."
• Stupid little lapdog, she thought. He's dead. Absolutely dead.