Chapter 51

• Jack's POV
• I woke up with the sharp sting of regret curling around my chest like a vise. The sunlight streaming through the wide windows of Anastasia's suite did nothing to dull the ache in my head or the fire in my gut. I blinked against the harsh light, my eyes landing on her slender figure draped in silk sheets beside me. Her hair spilled across the pillow, her breathing soft and even.
• Reality hit me like a freight train.