Chapter 59: Anastasia

The heels of my shoes click softly against the white marble stairs as I walk down to the ground floor. The house is freezing. The central heating in the Vancouve estate always struggles in the early hours of Wednesday, leaving a crisp chill in the long hallways. I pull the sleeves of my cream cardigan down over my hands, my fingers still tingling from the morning air.

I didn't sleep well. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Emmet’s hands on my waist, pinning me against the rough steel bed of his truck in the school parking lot. The memory of that kiss is still hot...