"Emma… what did you say?" Elara's voice came through, shaky.
Her fingers paused midair. The chamber went still.
A grin tugged at her lips. "They're still talking."
"What do you mean you drove him away and not him?" Elara's voice crackled through the device.
Emma leaned back against the headboard, fingers tightening around her device.
"I mean I pushed him away with the way I acted."
"You sure it won't turn into a fight?"
"It won't." Emma leaned against the headboard.
"Where are you?"
"One of the panic chambers. Are you coming?"
"I'm on my way."
She dropped the remote and left the chamber. Her steps echoed softly as she headed down the long hallway leading to the panic chambers. Since she mated with Brandon, she hadn't bothered checking them out.
She'd never even seen what was inside.
She stopped at the first chamber and stepped onto the sensor pad. A low mechanical sound followed, and the wall split apart.
Darkness greeted her.
"Elara?" she called, peeking inside.
