“How do you know I wasn’t brought here against my will like Emory?” Alex asked. But Aydin ignored her, asking Emmy, “Why are you fighting?” He shot me a glance. “Over him?” Again, Em kept her mouth shut, neither confirming nor denying. “Forced to make a choice, he won’t choose you,” he told her. “You’ll have to look out for yourself. Get used to it.” “There’s nothing I’m more used to,” she said in a quiet but firm tone. He winked at her, signaling his approval of her response. I stared at them. What the hell was he doing? Were they fucking bonding or some shit?
