Chapter 63

• An oppressive and uncomfortable silence settled around them as he walked toward the master bedroom, holding the door open for her with a sense of unease.
• Sandro felt a jolt of tension when the length of her hair brushed against his arm, and her scent filled the air—so drastically different from what it used to be, it teased his nostrils and sent a wave of discomfort coursing through him.
• Anastasia was enveloped in his scent, the unmistakable cologne belonging to another man, her fingers lingering on the thin line of paler skin encircling her neck, as if she were yearning for the very collar that had once marked her.