Xavier’s pov
I wasn’t one hundred percent sure that bringing Emily to that meeting was the best thing to do. Strategically? It was. But I was afraid of the toll it might take on her if it didn’t go the way we all hoped. Part of me felt like a schemer, and a heartless man and mate for throwing her into politics and games of power when she’d left her hell not even two weeks before, but I knew it was what she needed. And it wasn’t just a random feeling: she had told me this just the night before, thanking me for letting her take part in that meeting. Emily needed something to do, to be involved in, in order not to be alone with her thoughts and spiral in the dark, horrible recesses of her mind where her darkest memories lived.
I shot a quick glance at her: she was sitting next to me on
