Having heard the door to her cell opening, Emma braced herself against the back wall and thus had a great view. She watched Mikhail get tossed inside. He hit the floor, and she winced as he didn't put out his hands in time to stop his face from smashing.
That had to hurt, but the hours she'd spent in the cell made it hard to care.
"What are you doing here?"
Mikhail lifted his head and squinted at her. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my last lover - "
"I was never your lover. We made out. Once."
"More like twice. And it could have been three times if you didn't have morals."
"I thought you were someone else."
"The new and improved version. I like to think of myself as model two point O." He winked.
"You're an idiot."
"That's it, wound me with your words." He clutched his chest.
"The only thing I'm wounding is your ego because I chose Rafe over you."