Now she crossed the pavilion, eyes narrowed. Did she recognize him? Would she punish him for rescuing Jack? For running away? For daring to dream?Dear God… “Jack!”
Emmett tore at Jack’s arm, struggling to break free. “Please,” he mumbled, his mind a haze of fear. “Please, she’s coming. Let me go. Just let me go, please.”
Jack’s grip didn’t loosen; if anything, it tightened as he pulled Emmett close. “Shh,” he whispered, his voice soothing in Emmett’s ear. His other arm came around, gun in hand, to aim at Kim Ji. “I promised, Emmett. She won’t hurt you again.”