Chapter 126 - 127 Confirmed Playboy
Emmett leaned back into the sofa, face blank, shirt still spattered red.
Ashton stepped forward. ‘Emmett, whatever happened, this isn’t the place to deal with it. He needs a hospital. Unless you’re really planning to let him bleed out in your sister’s living room.’
‘Mr Laurent,’ he said, flat and clipped. ‘This is my family’s problem. Not yours.’
Under any other circumstances, Ashton would’ve walked out or started swinging.
Instead, he took half a step back and adjusted his tone like he was trying not to spook a wild animal.
‘Emmett. I’m not here to interfere. Cassian’s a friend. I’m just asking you to let him get medical attention. He’s in no shape to argue. Neither are we, if something worse happens tonight.’
‘He’s not dying,’ Emmett said without even looking at Cassian. ‘I didn’t go for the kill. He brought this on himself. He thinks he can sneak into my sister’s bed under my nose? He’s lucky he’s still breathing.’
‘Barely,’ I muttered.
‘He didn’t sneak in,’ Yvaine snapped. ‘I invited him. And I’m not twelve. I don’t need you vetting my relationships.’
Emmett didn’t answer.
Ashton tried again, still measured, still painfully calm. ‘I think they both know what they’re doing. Maybe there’s some misunderstanding here. Let him get checked out first. Then you can yell at him all you want.’
Emmett rose from the sofa in one sharp movement. His shadow blocked half the light.