NOLAN’S POV

Anna’s body was still pressed against mine as she took warm and shaky breaths. I didn’t want to let go—not yet. But the truth pressed heavily on my chest.

“I have to leave again, Princess,” I said quietly.

At first, she didn’t say anything. She just went still. Then, she slowly peeled herself out of my arms and turned to face me.

The look in her eyes wasn’t confusion or disappointment. It was cold and controlled.

Anger.

“You're leaving?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, but came out sharp.

I nodded, already hating myself. “Yeah. I have to.” I said avoiding her gaze.

She let out...