Chapter 52
- Anna turned in his arms, curling her hands into fists, hitting him on his damp, bare chest, wanting to hurt him for what he’d done to her and to their child.
- “I hate you,” she said thickly. “I hate you so much.”
- He only caught her fists in his and gathered them together, bringing them to his mouth and kissing her knuckles. His eyes were very dark, almost black.