presence made everything harder. I was going to kill Michael when I got home. I was going to drench his fancy, fucking suit in his own blood for sending her here. “How did you know I was an architect?” Emmy suddenly asked. I shot my eyes to Aydin. He stared at her, looking confused. “The gift,” she reminded him. What gift? “I…didn’t,” he answered. “There’s not much to do here. Figured you’d enjoy drawing.”
