EMILY’S POV.

“What do you want?” I asked, angrily, and she smiled.

“Have you forgotten I can make you do whatever I want? I came here to give you an order, but I heard you saying something rather interesting instead.” She said, going to sit on my bed, with a bounce.

“Why do you have to be the one to overhear everything? This is no longer funny, Sadie. Why couldn’t you just wait for me to return to the breakfast table before asking for whatever it is that you want?” I asked, ...