Chapter 22 Chapter 22

Anya’s POV

I scrambled to my feet, my muscles screaming in protest, the cold marble floor doing nothing to soothe my dignity.

He was still smirking. "Need help?"

"Don't touch me!" I spat, trying to back away. But my legs were still asleep, and as I tried to stand, I lost my balance.

He reached f...

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