Chapter 9

• Anastasia inhaled slowly, the cold air filling her lungs as she passed a tall, ornate structure resembling a church. She had never ventured down here before, scarcely finding the time for leisurely walks.
• With no guards in sight on this side of the villa, curiosity ignited within her as she observed the door ajar, flickering lights casting shadows through the window slits.
• Her footsteps were nearly silent, thanks to countless hours of practice. Jayson was a light sleeper, a lesson she learned the hard way during her first attempt to escape him.