Emily's POV
I paced back and forth across the bedroom floor, my heels digging sharply into the rug as pure, unadulterated panic clawed at my throat. I couldn't breathe. I genuinely could not believe that Lucian had just walked in on me having sex with Davon. This was bad. This was so incredibly, profoundly bad.
What the hell was I even thinking? I had gone over to that deserted house strictly to feed Davon more information about Alina, but my twisted desires had gotten the best of me and I ended up fucking him. Fuck.
"Are you okay?"
Aiden's deep voice suddenly sliced through the quiet room, causing me to flinch violently. My heart leaped into my throat as I spun around to face my husband.
"Yes!" I forced out, my voice slightly too high as I smoothed down my dress. "Yes, I am completely fine."
Aiden narrowed his eyes slightly, stepping into the room. "Are you entirely sure, Emily? You seem deeply worried about something."
