Chapter 61: Anastasia

The Vancouve estate grounds are quiet, but the air feels heavy with the change. I stand by the passenger door of my sedan, my fingers brushing the smooth, cool metal. I look up as Emmet rounds the corner of the stone fountain. He’s changed out of his flannel into a dark, crisp button-down shirt that he’s already rolled up to his elbows. He looks powerful, his movements deliberate, and the sight of him makes my heart lurch in my chest.

He stops two feet in front of me his gray eyes tracking the pulse visible at the base of my throat.

"You ready?" he asks, his voice...