Anastasia’s POV

"Just trust me, okay?" I said, gripping Nicholas’s wrist and pulling him along as we walked through the dimly lit hallway.

His eyes was covered with blindfold.

He snorted. "Nah, I can't trust you. You do a lot of crazy stuff. What if you're planning to sell me to some human trafficking organization?"

I rolled my eyes, but a small laugh escaped me. "Wow. You've never told me you were a comedian."

"I can be." He shrugged as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

I ...