Baring her teeth with a hiss, Anna lowered her eyes. “I don't know,” she whispered, shaking her head. “A little sanity for a change? Right now, I'd be willing to settle for no more death threats.”
Beran gave her shoulder a squeeze, then walked off to join several other people in a quiet conversation, leaving her alone to think. Anna sighed softly. She really should get back out there – normally, she loved parties – but there was something so draining about hearing threats on your life multiple times a day, everyday for months. It left you feeling hollow inside.
All her life, she'd been the sort of woman who felt as though she was torn between two competing impulses: the urge to fly off and seek adventure and a powerful sense of loyalty to the people she cared about. Now that she had him,
