Chapter 113

• Sandro's fingers wrapped gently around her wrist, prying it from his sleeve with a softness that surprised them both. For a brief moment, his sneer faltered, his lips twisting as if he resented himself for displaying such vulnerability.
• Yet, just as quickly as it had appeared, that moment of softness vanished. He stepped back, abruptly yanking his hand away from her grasp.
• And then he was leaving again, and Anastasia—oh God, she was at a loss for words. She struggled to articulate the right thing to say. "I was wrong."