𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀
My heart stopped. Our gazes locked. Reality ceased to exist. It was just me. It was just him. And then there was the heaviest, yet the most bittersweet moment of clarity. This was why Anthony brought me here. This was what he meant the other night when he said I was ready for revenge.
This was my revenge.
Donovan Da was mine to kill.
I reached up to my necklace, feeling the metal against my fingertips. The blade was there, a mere click away.
Anthony's gaze dropped to my hand, and I was sure I saw the corners of his mouth twitch. "I kept him for you, Anna. I kept him here for weeks. I wanted to make sure you were ready. I wanted you to realize for yourself how much strength was coursing through your veins." He placed his hands on my shoulders. "And the other night, at Bolivia. The way you protected my sister, killing that man with not a single ounce of remorse, I knew you were ready."
That dreaded name has been mentioned again. I do have a motive for doing that though, and you will find out soon.