When she got back to Emery’s bedroom she grabbed her suitcase and dropped it on the bed. She started throwing clothes in and rushed into the bathroom to gather her toiletries. Hurrying back into the bedroom, she stopped dead when she saw Emery leaning casually against the door frame, blocking the only exit. His arms were crossed over his broad chest and a scowl darkened his face.
“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t leave, not after you’ve given me my family back.”
She gulped and remained silent. Her heart thudded loudly enough that she was shocked he didn’t seem to hear it.
“Sophie,” he growled. “I’m not letting you walk out of this door.”
“But—”
He was across the room in seconds and with a quick swipe of his hand he knocked the suitcase to the ground. The move wasn’t violent,
