Chapter 62 The Door That Didn't Open
- Anastasia
- I didn’t knock. I should have. I’d done it a hundred times before—knock, wait, enter with my eyes down and hands folded like I was nothing more than a girl raised to be invisible. But this wasn’t like the other times.
- This time, I wasn’t coming to make the bed or refill his glass. I wasn’t coming to smooth out his jacket or take his commands like they didn’t shatter me sometimes.