EMMA
Different thoughts swirled through my mind as I found myself locked in his gaze. I didn't want to believe it, yet the evidence was right before my eyes—there was no doubt the scent was coming from him.
Anger, confusion, and shock crashed into me all at once because the man standing right before me was the last person I would have ever imagined would want to kill me.
"Luna Emma," he murmured, nodding in greeting.
He was smiling, but the smile was stiff, and as the silence between us lengthened, a slight frown marred his brow. That was when I realized how pale I must have gone.
For a moment, I couldn't locate my brain or my voice.
"Tyler," I finally whispered, because that was all I could manage.
Somehow, the frozen muscles in my face cooperated long enough for me to give him a smile I prayed to the goddess looked genuine.
"What is wrong with you?" I heard Sabrina shout.
