Chapter 92

• Yet Jayson failed to comprehend the gravity of the situation, as Anastasia shifted in his lap, positioning herself so that she faced him fully. She locked her eyes onto his, which were simmering with a volatile mix of fury and a sense of entitlement so palpable that it felt as though the remaining screws of reason within her mind were loosening.
• Jayson did not grasp that the rapid beating of her heart was not driven by fear, but rather by a thrilling, irrational anticipation at the notion of...freedom.
• With a resolve that felt both fresh and intoxicating, she leaned forward, their lips almost brushing as her breath intertwined with his, bringing back distant memories of their very first kiss.