Emma
Looking up at him, I push a strand of my hair behind my ear. “You bought them for Corvina, didn’t you?”
I hate how my stomach churns as he looks at Ace and cuts me out of whatever conversation they are having.
But even more, I hate how I flinch as he bends down, grabbing me by my arm to pull me onto my feet.
“Don’t kneel like this,” he murmurs as if we weren’t in the middle of a conversation. “It is bad for the pup.”
Bullshit.
He pulls me away from the bags, and I don’t like the look in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologise. Just take care of yourself. Don’t strain yourself,” he reprimands me, and I nod, biting back my sassy retort as something feels awfully off.
Ace shifts on his feet, reopening the door, and I hate how I take an actual breath of relief. “Come on, A
