Emmett had pulled Athena close, watching as couples visited Skyridge to create matching household items, something they had promised to do one day.
“Why did you go by yourself?” Emmett’s playful annoyance was evident as the camera shook. He grabbed his coat, ready to move.
“Wait for me. I’m coming to Skyridge to find you!”
But Athena stopped him. “No need. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
At Emmett’s words, Athena’s gaze sharpened. He frowned deeply as though a great injustice had been done to him.
“You don’t want to see me?”
“No,” Athena replied coolly, her lips barely moving. “I just don’t want you to see the gift I’m preparing in advance. It would spoil the surprise.”
Emmett’s brows relaxed slightly, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Fine,” he said, his voice laced with arrogance. “I’ll let it slide… this time.”
Blowing a kiss toward the screen, he added, “I’ll be waiting for your surprise.”
Athena gave him a faint, unreadable smile. Without any change in her expression, she signed her name on the immigration application form. She hoped, for Emmett’s sake, that this surprise would be enough to shatter whatever illusions he had about their future.
Afterward, she returned to Ravenloch.