Emilia’s POV
“Emy, Emy…,” Jenna’s voice sounded as she snapped her fingers in front of me.
I gazed at her with a disoriented expression. I couldn’t stop my mind from veering back to Nivaan. The way he fought with those men… No, he didn’t fight with them. He beat them up.
“What are you thinking about, Emilia? If you frown so much you will get permanent freckles on your forehead….” Jenna interrupted my thoughts again.
A deep sigh escaped my lips as I said in a dreamy voice, “I was thinking about Nivaan…. The way he defeated those men was exceptional… I haven’t seen anyone fight with so much precision; leave alone a blind man…”
Jenna’s mouth hung open. She climbed onto the bed beside me. She grasped my shoulders and said with a dumbfounded expression, “Don’t tell me that you want to be with him….”
I could hear the accusation in her voice but I didn’t care. I shrugged her hands off my shoulder, “I do… so what? He is my mate.”