FOURTY THREE

~Emmy ~

"Do you want coffee?" I asked Samuel; he had arrived ten minutes ago and had yet to speak to me. I had met him a few times, one of which was at the auction house, so I knew he knew exactly who I was and where I came from. The second was the morning after; he had been present when Matteo had killed someone for touching me.

"Maybe that's why he won't talk to me? He is scared Matteo will hurt him too!" I whispered to Rae, who snorted in reply.

"No, it's because the stick is too far up his ass; he is scared to talk in case you see it." She laughed, and I felt my lips twitch at the corners as if sensing my inner conversations; Samuel looked over at me, his face tight. "Coffee?" I asked again, but he shook his head and looked back at the hallway as if it would make Matteo hurry up.

"He won't be out for a while, Sammy. You might as well sit with me!" I grinned, patting the seat beside me.

"It's Samuel! And I am fine here." He muttered, his eyes harshly observing me. Smiling beaut