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

with her limited memories and difficulty adapting, dealing with Emma was one thing, but facing hundreds or even thousands of

palms grew

something bothering you, Cherise? Afraid to

you an escape route. Why not just

her composure, offering a serene smile to

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

speechless, her smugness tempered by

retorted, her

apprehensive about facing those professional

confidence, Emma found herself supported by those

make your way downstairs

professional journalists like us

up her bravado

in the wrong, but she’s still putting