The bathroom door opened.
Emilia stepped out, paused in the doorway when she saw me, then walked slowly to the bed and sat at the edge.
"Hey," I said gently. "Emilia."
"Evan, right?" She kept her voice low. "Um… thank you for bringing me here."
"No problem," I said. "I wanted to make sure you were alright."
"I'm good." Her jaw tightened, suddenly angry now. "You damn thief."
I winced. "I'm sorry. But I needed Guy's phone to bring him down. And we did. Thanks to you."
"It almost cost me my life," she snapped. "Do you have any idea what I went through? When he sent a fucking assassin to my home?"
I lowered my gaze for a second. "I'm sorry. Really. I didn't want any of that to happen. But I had no other choice at the time."
She covered her face with both hands, elbows on her knees. Her breathing trembled before she let it out slowly. After a moment, she lifted her head—still exhausted, but calmer.
"What's done is done," she said. "Now you need to clean your mess, Evan."
