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“Nice to meet you, big guy.” “Same here, gorgeous.” Danladi planted a chaste kiss on the back of Anastasia's hand before letting it go. “Sweet Lord! Your hand is very soft, and you've got nice fingernails, too.” Anastasia blinked. “Thank you.” “I love your hair, as well.” Danladi added sauvely. “It makes you look like Rose from the movie, Titanic.” “Ha!” Anastasia's cheeks were on the verge of becoming bright red. “Bobo yi, ma pami na!”

Anastasia woke up in an unfamiliar room and she panicked looking around trying to understand where she was. It was dark outside and the room was dimly lit. She suddenly recalled all the event and a lone tear again dropped down her eyes. The stormy night mirrored her emotions well. The man standing in the corner had observed everything from the moment she woke up "What's got you distracted babygirl?'' She was startled by the voice and flinched. Suddenly the lights were on and there stood Lucian, his gaze making her uncomfortable. It was as if he was trying to read her soul and unveil all the secrets buried deep in her heart. "How did I get here?" Her voice was heavy and her throat felt dry. L

Well, if she wasn’t such a conniving bitch, maybe she too would have what Denali and Rosco have, but villainous women like us didn’t deserve that sort of thing. “You claimed you had information I needed.” I continue, remaining calm. “But I am curious; how do you know what is happening behind the closed doors of Emerald Moon?” As I speak, I can see worry flash in Anastasia’s eyes, but as quickly as it is there, it disappears, and her fake, nice mask is back. Man, this girl truly was easy to read. “I have my ways.” She shrugs just as the men return. “Sorry,” one says, passing me my drink. “The bar tender was telling me a funny story, so it took longer than expected.”

The moment I saw Anastasia's picture, I knew she was different, from her fiery red hair and her cat-like green eyes, I knew she was nothing but trouble. " I'm waiting" Anastasia's sultry voice brought me back to the present, without preamble, she slammed her lips against mine, the kiss was electrifying and all-consuming, sending a jolt of arousal straight to my cock, as her lips moved tentatively against mine, I wanted nothing more than to devour her whole. Her cheeks were flushed and rosy when she broke the kiss, I noticed the way she stumbled and I scooped her into my arms, her legs wrapped around my back, underneath her sheer silk gown, her taut nipples brushed against my chest.

she pressed, resting her chin in her palm. I sighed. “It’s not nerves… it’s…” I trailed off, searching for the right word. “It’s restraint. Because if I let myself fall into whatever this is, there’s no coming back.” Anastasia’s eyes lit with mischief. “Then don’t restrain yourself. Maybe fate’s already writing your story, babe. And tonight- ” she paused, smirking knowingly, “-is just the next chapter.” I groaned. “You sound like a romance novel.”

The rage simmering under my skin was too intense to suppress. I gritted my teeth when a deviant idea popped in my head. "You won't let me off this bond, will you?" "No." "Well then." My mouth curved, a wicked snicker forming at the corner. "Let me return your courtesy." The amusement left his countenance, a line appearing between his thick, flawless brows. "I, Anastasia Miracle, rej—" The rest of the words left me in a rush of air, my eyes widening to their limit. He had me against a wall, long, hostile fingers wrapping around my dainty neck.

She knew. Anastasia closed her book carefully. Deliberately. Like she was giving herself time to become real after existing as a ghost for so long. She wore simple clothes. A dark sweater. Jeans. Her hair pulled back. She looked nothing like a crime boss. She looked like someone's mother. "You figured it out," Anastasia said. Her voice was exactly as Lena remembered it, though she'd only heard it in the vault of her subconscious. "You refused the trap. You came anyway."

Darius grunted. He cut the call as I stood up, brushing a bit of dust off my sleeve and looking around the decaying office one last time. Darius was coming out of his place. He was stepping into my area. By the time we finished lunch he wouldn't even realize I’d already started pulling apart his perfect life. "Regret is coming for you Darius," I whispered, pocketing my phone. "And she’s coming in the name of Anessa." ***

ANNASTASIA The man holding me was tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair and sharp features. His eyes were a pale, icy blue, the color of winter sky. He was handsome. Undeniably handsome. But there was something wrong about him. Something cold beneath the charm. Something hungry in the way he looked at me. He smiled. It did not reach his eyes. "You must be Anastasia," he said. "Hector's new Luna. I've heard so much about you."

Every line lately was about Anastasia, no matter what the page actually said. ‘This isn't control. This is the opposite of control.’ I read people. That is the talent under all the other talents. Put a man across a table from me and within a minute I have his fear, his price, the lie he tells himself in the mirror. They open like books under the right pressure, every one of them, because everyone has a seam and I find seams for a living. But she has no seam. Two dinners. Hours of her voice. And I came away knowing the diner with the plate-throwing cook and the tired foster mother and nothing, nothing, that told me what I needed.