Anna's POV:

My heart slams against my ribs. "What are you—"

"You keep running." Alexander's voice is low. "Every time I try to talk to you, you run."

"Because there's nothing to talk about."

"Isn't there?" He steps closer. I back up until I hit the table. "You reject your fiancé. Get drunk. End up in my bed. Then act like it meant nothing."

"It didn't."

"You're lying."

"I'm ...