William frowned, his mind still stuck on the question Emma had asked earlier.
'Am I nothing to you?'
He didn't want to dwell on it, yet the thought refused to leave.
*'What was that look…'* He couldn't tell if she was teasing him or truly hurt—but the expression on her face kept bothering him.
"Ugh… why is she messing with my head?"
He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head.
Forget it. A few good hunts should be enough to clear his mind.
….
Emma was… honestly, quite sad.
She sat with the others, staring off into the forest, wishing she could be somewhere else—specifically, with William. Out here in the wild, surrounded by trees and wind, it could've been the perfect place for a quiet date. But instead, she was stuck with these guys.
Still, she couldn't blame him. If she had made a move, that black-haired creep would've noticed instantly and interrupted them without hesitation.
