52

Nerthus

We stay quietly watching Harvey and Jensen, as the creep is called, bicker about nonsense. Emily is laughing cutely while I try not to collapse under the burning gaze of Arawn.

It feels like hours have passed as the elevator finally arrives. Emily takes advantage of the new established proximity and leans onto me.

“Amber, right?” She says with a big smile, and I nod.

“It’s so nice to have an actual girl with me here.” Leaning in, she shields her mouth with her hand, “You know, rather than just the hostess.”

Oh, babes, if you knew.

Her eyes sparkle amazed as she looks at me cutely. “Yeah! I’m looking forward to seeing this round.”

“Oh, you won’t be disappointed.” She says in a boasting tone, and giggles. “I hope you like cocktails.”

“Actually, I love them.” I smile at her, clenching my clutch and she squeals lightly. “Perfect, then.”

Clearing my throat, I try not to blend out her listing her favorite ones as I do my best to withstand Arawn’s angry gaze.

What did I ever do to y