Chapter Twenty Eight
Third Person Pov.
Staring intently at the proceedings as the Gala went on, starting from a low range auction to a high one, Anya sighed deeply as she supported her jaw with her left palm.
She really wished she was back at that prison right now, this place was too boring and everything felt like it had already been arranged and practiced like some sort of play being after out.
She felt like she was watching a very realistic movie the longer she watched and the predictability of the entire gala made her almost yawn but she held herself back from doing so.
“Tired?” Cade's voice reached her ears and unconsciously, she nodded with a squeezed face and he laughed softly before standing up to his feet and her eys shot to the top of her head as everyone came to a sudden st
