Chapter 22
- ANASTASIA’S POV
- The drive back home was uneventful, but the thoughts of Nolan churned in my head. How he took charge today when we were dealing with Petrov in the morning, and how he easily banters with me. For the first time, I found myself admitting that I found him intriguing.
- The house came into view as I turned into the estate gates. The guards nodded as I passed through the gate, their expressions neutral as always. I parked in the driveway and stepped out, the familiar scent of freshly cut grass breezing through the evening air.