Sloane's POV
I nodded, ready to follow Wane.
But Emily's expression shifted. Her smile faltered, replaced with hesitation and a pained look.
"Wane… you're a male werewolf," she said softly. "And right now, that's exactly what Ava fears most. If she realizes you're nearby, she could panic—maybe even break down completely. Her emotions are fragile, unstable."
Her voice cracked with concern.
"Maybe… you should stay here."
Then she slipped her hand into mine, guiding my gaze to a small café across the terrace. Its floor-to-ceiling windows glowed in the night.
"Look—it's just there," she said earnestly. "We'll talk inside. You'll see us the whole time, I promise."
I glanced at the café. It was practically transparent, like a glass box. Every move visible from outside.
For once, Emily's
