Dylan's POV
Everyone is eating their food—everyone except one person.
Anna.
She just stares at her plate like it’s going to eat her instead of the other way around. Her fork hovers above the meal, but it never descends. She’s just stirring her food slowly, eyes distant, jaw tight.
I roll my eyes. Damn that Tanlistan for saying I had to get Anna to fall in love with me for the sacrifice to work.
And why Anna of all people? She’s not even close to my type. Not in a million years. I don’t want her affection. I don’t want her soft eyes or her quiet words. I don’t want any of this.
"Aren’t you hungry?" Vanessa asks her, placing a hand gently on Anna’s shoulder.
My jaw tightens. I grind my molars together so hard it sends a sharp pain up my temple. Why the hell is Vanessa pretending to b
