Chapter 22. Spoken Truths

Emmi's POV

I feel like crap. Sure, Dante tells me that the argument wasn’t over me, but I heard my name. I don’t fit in anywhere or belong anywhere. After finishing putting my clothes back, I strip and climb into bed. My eyes are fixed on the ceiling, and I can’t help but wonder how different my life would have been if I was a man.

“Hey.”

I turn, hearing Zane. I watch as he walks towards me, sitting on the bed.

“I’m sorry for shouting at you. That was wrong. I was just having a bad day. I’m sorry, Emmi, I shouldn’t have done that.”

He doesn’t need to apologise. “It’s fine, I get it. Everything has changed. Everyone has been forced to accept things they don’t want.”

“I am happy with you being here, Emmi.” He smiles.

“You may be, but even I can tell Dante doesn’t want me here.” I don’t belong anywhere right now.

“This isn’t the woman who was in the room with Gunner. What's up? Something is wrong, and don’t say it’s because Dante doesn’t