Chapter 52 Where Is Your Ring

• Anastasia
• I barely slept that night. No matter how many times I closed my eyes, no matter how desperately I tried to shut my mind off, the weight of what had happened in Darius’ room refused to let me rest. Every time I thought I might finally drift into unconsciousness, I would hear his voice in my head, feel the ghost of his touch lingering on my skin, and remember the way he had looked at me when he told me no.
• The worst part wasn’t that he had stopped.