Chapter 64 Sixty-four
- "I'm cursed," Anton says once we're sitting in our bedroom.
- I'm still wrapped in a towel, my wet hair dripping onto the hardwood floor. Anton sits on the edge of the bed in sweatpants, his hands clasped between his knees, his gaze fixed on the floor like he can't bear to look at me while he says this.
- "You're cursed with what?" My voice comes out quieter than I intended.