Chapter 66: Anastasia

I stand in the center of the study, my hands gripping the edge of the mahogany desk. The cold air from the hallway drafts through the room, but my skin is hot. I look at Emmet. He is holding the keys my father threw to him to take us to a new place, his thumb rubbing against the silver metal ring.

"Put the keys down, Emmet," I say. My voice is quiet, but it carries enough loud that makes both of them stop.

My father, Arthur, takes a step toward me, his brow furrowed in that familiar, dominant expression he uses when he expects to be obeyed....