Hannah's POV
**I watched him retreat into the small powder room, my eyes remaining on the closed door. Perhaps the most disconcerting revelation was that one day, I might not have the willpower to stand up against him. Would I be able to sacrifice my love for the rest of mankind? I was afraid that the answer was a resounding NO. **
I sat down on the throw rug, holding my hands to the fire. A door opening indicated that Joseph had come out after getting cleaned up but he didn’t make any movements. After a few minutes, I turned my head to stare straight at him and saw him staring at me. Self-consciously, my hands reached up and patted my hair down a bit.
“What?” I asked curiously wondering if there was still some cake on me somewhere.
Shaking his head as if coming out of a trance, J
