GELLER'S POV
Emory yanked her arm free from my grip the moment the elevator doors slid shut. She stepped back, pressing herself against the wall, as if putting as much distance between us as possible. Her head remained bowed, strands of hair falling over her face, shielding her expression. Her arms wrapped tightly around herself—a silent barricade, a quiet defiance.
I wasn’t proud of using Drake to force Emory’s hand, no matter how much I loathed the guy. But I knew waiting for her forgiveness could take an eternity—time I didn’t have. I couldn’t afford to play the long game. I’d rather take her now and earn her forgiveness later.
Originally, I had planned to frame Emory, but she had a terrible habit of taking the fall for things she didn’t do. I knew she’d rather rot in a cell than sur
