The applause following Callan's speech still echoed in Emily's ears long after it died down. But Callan was already outside the door.
Emily took a step forward, her instincts pulling her toward the exit. She wanted to find him, needed to ask him what the hell that speech was about— what kind of game he thought he was playing with her.
But then Dan stepped in front of her.
"Emily," he said quietly. "If you go after him now, everyone will know you're the one he was talking about."
She froze mid-step. He was right.
Her lips parted like she was about to say something, but she didn't. Her chest rose and fell as she looked past him, toward the door where Callan had walked out.
"I want to go home," she said.
Dan's brow furrowed. "Why do you suddenly want to go home? Is it because of what he said?"
"Do I need to give you a reason to want to leave?" Emily turned her eyes to him. Her expression was tight, unreadable. "Are you taking me home or should I order a cab?"
