Anastasia’s POV
"Just trust me, okay?" I said, gripping Nicholas’s wrist and pulling him along as we walked through the dimly lit hallway.
His eyes was covered with blindfold.
He snorted. "Nah, I can't trust you. You do a lot of crazy stuff. What if you're planning to sell me to some human trafficking organization?"
I rolled my eyes, but a small laugh escaped me. "Wow. You've never told me you were a comedian."
"I can be." He shrugged as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
I laughed, shaking my head. His humor always caught me off guard. It was effortless, like everything else about him. But as we walked further to the other side of the hotel, the amusement in my chest began to settle into something heavier.
My heart pounded against my ribs, the weight of what I was abou
