Anastasia:
The hem of my dress brushed slightly on my knees, while I walked down the stairs, each step slow, my hands on the rail using them as support.
My mind raced on too many possibilities before I saw Darius.
He stood at the end of the stairs, one hand in his pocket, the other on his dark hair.
His gaze locked on mine, his eyebrows low but raising his head, his brows flared.
‘Do I look that different?’ I wanted to ask but his eyes pierced through me, sweeping me from the floor, I watched his chest rise and fall slowly, his breath slow, and then I felt his daring eyes.
His eyes narrowed, growing dark, his hands now in his pockets, the silence loud.
I should look away and concentrate on my steps before I fall, our eyes still locked to each other.
With the way his gaze kept my m
