Marrying the Man in the Dark

Emma chuckled softly.

“You’re quite clever, Cherise.

With a graceful stride, Emma approached the window, peering at the swarm of reporters gathered outside the library. “While I may lack the finesse of a professional journalist, feel free to decline my inquiries, challenge me, or even put me on the spot.

“But,” she paused, turning back to face Cherise with a playful smile, “what about those reporters out there? How do you plan to handle them, Cherise?”

Cherise furrowed her brow, rising slowly to join Emma at the window, her heart fluttering with a hint of panic.

Oh dear.

Were all those reporters gathered for her?

Inwardly. Cherise grappled with a sense of unease.

She had glimpsed the motto of Adania University when she and Blake entered through the school gates.

had picked up the notion of challenging

difficulty adapting, dealing with Emma was one thing, but facing hundreds or even thousands of reporters outside presented an

palms grew sweaty.

something bothering you, Cherise? Afraid

honesty, I’ll offer you an escape route. Why not just leave?” Emma’s smirk was

composure, offering a serene smile

you don’t release me, I can’t leave. And if you do, then I should? Wouldn’t that be rather embarrassing

her smugness tempered

merely posturing, Emma retorted, her

it, Cherise. You’re apprehensive about facing those professional journalists

confidence, Emma found

on, make your way

can intimidate professional journalists like us

keep up

She’s clearly in the wrong, but she’s still