Chapter 77

• "I should get going," I say to Anastasia abruptly, needing to escape the already suffocating room. "But I'll be in touch soon about...Las Vegas."
• She studied me with those unsettlingly astute eyes, as if seeing straight through my flimsy attempts at composure, before giving a curt nod "Be careful out there, Emily."
• I offered no response, simply turning on my heel and walking out the mansion to my car. Once behind the tinted windows, I exhaled a shuddering breath and fumbled for my phone. With trembling fingers, I reconnected the call to Mark.