Anastasia's POV

Nicholas didn’t say a word the entire drive to his apartment. The silence wrapped around us like a second atmosphere, tense and thick. I didn’t dare look at him. My ankle throbbed, but it was nothing compared to what my chest felt like.

When we got to his place, he unlocked the door and let me in first. I limped slightly toward the couch and sat down quietly. My eyes traced the seams in the fabric of my dress, anything to keep my mind off the question pulsing behind my ...