Anya’s POVThe silence was oppressive. No word passed his lips, not even a whisper. His green eyes locked on mine, and I couldn't bring myself to avert my gaze, even as I felt my instincts telling me to break the eye contact and claim my mistake, my mistake in saying the wrong words and taking the money and running.My chest hurt from lack of oxygen, from holding my breath, and somewhere along the last thirty seconds, I managed to breathe again.“Sir…” I started and stumbled on the words.“You're either very brave or very stupid,” he told me. The deep, low, raspy voice sounded like gravel scraping against the bottom of a mine shaft, but somehow I didn't hear anything other than the roar of blood rushing through my ears.“Anya.”My name brought me back to reality. He called it just once, but the tone in which it left his lips was enough to make me sit up straight.“Sorry,” I told him. “I didn't mean to say that. I know you dislike getting startled by anything.”“I wasn't,” he said, lea
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