Theon's expression darkened. He slammed his hand on the table, about to curse at Emir for being a little bastard. Fortunately, Mikayla stopped him at the last second.

With a gentle smile, she turned toward Emir and bowed slightly. "Emir, hello. I was wondering if we could talk for a moment."

Emir said indifferently, "Go ahead."

Mikayla was delighted, believing her connection with the Robertson family was paying off. If even someone as proud as Emir was willing to listen, she had a chance.