Chapter 65

• "I am not hungry," she declared defiantly, making a beeline for the bedroom without casting him a single glance.
• Anastasia could feel his gaze burning into her back, laden with a weight that she had no desire to interpret, and as she settled onto the bed, feeling an exhaustion that contrasted sharply with the fact that she had only just awoken, she heard him whisper, "I cannot help you if you won't let me in."
• "Help me?" she retorted, injecting enough venom into her voice that it sounded unfamiliar to her own ears.