EMMA
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I lost it, I let my anger get to me, or maybe because it was the fact I have been kept inside this place with nothing but his scent to torment me to the point of no return. Every inch of this place smelled like him, the lingering expensive cologne, the fresh earthly scent like the wild, mixed with ground and river. It was mouth-watering and I'm losing my mind.
Tiger didn't help either… because the moment he told me about the meeting he sneaked up to… about the Pride Council… and his engagement. Something snapped inside of me and before I could realize my own actions I was already thrashing his place to my heart's content.
Why am I getting worked up? Isabella did mention she was his fiancee already but the thought of actually being 'his' made me see red. I kept telling myself I had let that part of me go, the very Emma Adams who was insanely infatuated with Dace Devereaux, my first love, my first everything, a past that died with me the day I drew my last breath.
