Emmalyn arrived about fifteen minutes into our conversation. I was a little grateful to see her. Josh’s excitement had made the conversation less painful, but I still had very little interest in accounting. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a lot of people giving me pitying looks. Apparently, they felt for me. Poor Josh. They must not let him talk about this stuff very much.
When Emmalyn came in, a large black rogue followed her. Richard told me that Emmalyn was coming with her mate. She traded in a witch for a werewolf. I definitely approved. She deserved the sort of love a werewolf would give her over the jerk Amelia told me her boyfriend was.
He was an imposing figure. He was more thickly built, like a pack wolf. His hair was cut very close to his head and he had a silver mark on h
