❤️ My Hostage (Part 11) ❤️

"Me?" Emera asked, pointing at himself with surprise. "I don't drink."

"Yes you Uncle Emera and you drink. I didn't believe her until I saw you myself and you saw the bandages around you, that are the wounds inflicted on you by those you were owning. If fact that was why I had brought you here, you fainted."

"That's impossible."

"Once Rumi comes you can ask her yourself or better still ask Rose," Storm said.

"I don't drink," Emera insisted. "I drink though but not to the intent of getting drunk and allowing people to beat me up like I am a five?"

"Rumi...