"…Who's him?"
Emma glanced at her. "You know him?"
"Elara let out a quiet breath. "That's my uncle, he's my mother's elder sibling. He rarely shows up." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "My mother once told me he never wanted her to mate with my father."
Emma looked back at him, finally understanding the cold look he'd been giving her.
"Okay," she murmured. "Now I get why he keeps looking at you like that."
"Do you know why he didn't want Mother to mate with Father?" Emma asked.
"I don't know," she said, already turning away. "And I'm not interested."
Bernard came back and beckoned them. They followed him to the top counter. After a few minutes of waiting in the queue, they found themselves in the amazing elevator. The elevator began to lift them to the one hundred and twentieth floor. It was faster than all the elevators Emma had ever seen. However, she was a bit thrown off by the size of the elevator. It was smaller than what she expected. That explained the queue.
