Helanie:
After saying that much, I briskly made my way back to the mansion. Norman followed in silence. Once we got home, I saw the warriors outside and sighed in relief. But I still rushed past them to the basement to check on Emmet. He had been sleeping all this time—or was probably drugged by the brothers before they came after me.
"He's fine, Helanie. Soon he will be with us, our Emmet will be back," Norman said as he gently wrapped his arms around me.
I had a feeling that I wouldn't have let him do that, but I just didn't stop him.
So what if we'd had an argument? We should forgive each other and move on.
"I hope so too. It seems like years have passed since I heard his voice," I mumbled.
"I'm sorry about my reaction," Norman whispered, his face resting against my neck. "I know you're probably too upset to talk about us right now, but I just wanted to let you know I'm guilty, and truly sorry for how I acted earlier."
His breath felt so comforting against my skin.
