{KAYLA}
Sam is already inside waiting for us. There were about a billion stairs to the entrance and my calves are burning from walking up with these heels.
Nate puts a hand at the small of my back, guiding us toward his friend. The second Sam sees us up close, his eyes go to my neck, then Nate's. I suddenly feel too aware of the long, red cut that practically looks like a choker. Nate sports the same, maybe even deeper. I doubt either of them will scar, but it currently looks like we both almost had our throats sliced. Which we did.
Sam huffs, running a hand against his face.
"Nate?"
The concerned smiles brightly. "My bride and I had a small disagreement last night. Nothing to worry about, it's sorted."
Sam shakes his head, but I'm not looking at him anymore when I notice Emma Scott walking out of a room.
"He's ready for us."
My head snaps to Nate, but he already has a hand up. "We both need a witness. Don't make a scene."
