Deciding it was better to think about it later when she was no longer parched, she turned to the next room, pulled open the door, and went in.
It was a study. Like the rest of the house, it was luxurious, and Emily couldn't help but take an appreciative look. Her eyes caught sight of a jug of water on the table, and she walked towards it to get herself a glass. She had just raised the glass to her lips and was about to take a huge drink when her eyes met the picture on the desk.
It was a picture of her mother and a man, smiling brightly at the camera with two baby girls wrapped in pink blankets.
Her memory returned instantly, and the glass in her hand crashed to the ground.
Wasn't that the man who kidnapped her in the picture? Was this his house? Why was her mother in the picture?
Emily didn't want to wait to find out; she hurriedly turned towards the door, but before she could take a step forward, the sound of a door sliding filled the room, and Emily looked back just in time to see the bookcase sliding open and the very man himself walking out of a secret room.
He regarded her with a slight curl of his lips, but his eyes were lifeless.
"I see you've familiarized yourself with your new home, Emilia."
Emily stumbled back in shell shock.
"What is going on? Who are you?" She whispered and he chuckled darkly
"That's no way to talk to your father, princess."
