Chapter 28 Burning Desires

Darius
Chris's eyes bore into mine, filled with desperate hope as he waited for my reason for visiting the Royal Academy. My fists clenched, my heart pounding in my chest as I steel myself to speak the words that would shatter his expectations. I cut through the tension like a knife, wasting no time as I got straight to the point, my voice cold and determined. “The new girl, I need to see her,” I stated, making eye contact with him to portray my impatience and making sure that he didn't make me wait any longer.
“Ana?” He asked, and I gave him a stern look. No one fucking calls her Ana; I do. To everyone else, she is Anastasia.