Chapter 46 A Game Of Masks

• Lily’s stomach churned at the sight of her. Once the picture of radiant confidence, Anastasia now looked... different. Her once-bright eyes seemed shadowed, and her movements lacked their usual spark. Yet, her sharp gaze quickly found Lily, narrowing as she made her way over, her every step deliberate.
• Dimitry, noticing Lily's reaction, leaned in slightly. "Ah, Anastasia. You know her, yes?"
• Lily nodded slowly, keeping her face neutral. "We’ve met."