Jemima dashed into her apartment, her breath ragged and her face covered in sweat. She grabbed the water from her desk and downed it in one gulp.

Once she calmed down, she sat on her bed, recalling what had happened to her.

The hounds.

They had scared the hell out of her. After she had agreed to Tatiana's request, someone in the dark whistled, and the hounds left her. Jemima had tried to find the person, but he was gone along with the hounds.

Jemima clenched her jaw. Apologize? Her ass. She would never apologize to a mere assistant!

She took her phone and called Daniel.

"Hey, why are you...