Chapter 8

Just then, a thunderous voice exploded from behind us. It was Heather. With her hand over her mouth, she gazed at Emmett and me, her expression one of disbelief. Emmett's face darkened as he stepped forward in a rush, saying hastily, "It's not what you think." But Heather shoved him aside and ran out without another word. Watching him chase after her, I felt nothing inside. But as I turned to leave, I collided straight into someone's arms, and my heart dropped. When I looked up, it was Ambrose. His face was unreadable, his gaze giving nothing away. For a split second, I wasn't sure if he'd caught what Emmett said. A flicker of unease stirred inside me. "I've been searching for you everywhere. What are you doing here?" Ambrose said with a gentle smile. His words brought an unexpected sense of relief. I slipped my arm through his and stepped out beside him. Halfway down the corridor, he stopped and asked, "Would you like to go abroad with me?" "What?" I gasped, caught off guar