Anastasia's POV
We've moved into the living room, the night still upon us. I know I am not going to get much sleep tonight, and frankly I don't care all that much. I have been staring at the little chip in the middle of the table, not saying a word since we came inside.
Everyone else has been talking and planning, but this is not their war! I am tired of being afraid, and I refuse to let that foul man have any power over me anymore. A.J. is safe here with my parents, and I will do anything to make sure he stays safe. Abraxas made the wrong move trying to keep track of my whereabouts.
I know he'll want to take my son away at some point - maybe he still wants me in his little sick fantasy, but I somehow suspect him of wanting to kill me by now. I have, after all, escaped him more
