He turned and strode out of the feeding chamber. The guards followed at once, their footsteps fading into the hallway's silence.
The moment the doors closed behind them, she let her forehead drop onto her folded arms.
A sob escaped her.
She couldn't remember the last time he had called her Emma.
Her device suddenly beeped.
She lifted her head and quickly wiped her eyes. Her heart skipped when she saw the sender.
Lunara.
The number she had unblocked last moonfall.
With trembling fingers, she opened the message.
"You are doing great, Emma. Remember, you have just forty hours to come and see us."
Emma stared at the screen.
Then everything clicked.
The spy had reported the argument.
One of Brandon's guards had heard every word and passed it on.
She straightened in her chair.
Her gaze drifted toward the doorway.
Leonard?
Or Teddy?
She replayed every conversation she had had with them, every glance, every strange moment, searching for something she might have missed.
