Chapter Thirty-two.
Anya Pov.
“.....so calm, so sweet… so mine” my eyes slowly flicker open to find someone staring at me. I almost jumped in startlement but stopped when I caught the grinning face of none other than…. Raphael.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice full of annoyance and he smirked as he caught a hold of a small tendril of my hair and twirled it around his finger like this was just a casual meeting for him.
“You shouldn't be asking that, Belle. I'm here for you of course,” he said as he turned around and reclined into the bed post with an air of nonchalance around him and that annoying air of confidence radiating off of him that I hated.
*And like…*
Shut up!
Scoffing, I hit off his hand and slowly sat up and grabbed the glass of water beside my bed to drink bu
