Rex pov.
I fell back on the bed as I watched Anastasia hiss loudly from the door as she turned to walk away.
Her anger was so massive that she locked the door so hard behind me with full force that it sent some shivers down my spine.
I sigh and immediately stand from the bed. The thoughts of what that blond-haired girl had said to me the other day kept running through my mind.
Like, who the f**k does that? I can't believe the fact that she accuses me of being a murderer even after killing that good damn man for her safety. She still went ahead to accuse me of being a murderer under my own watch.
I would have wanted to have it hard with her, but I find myself going weak with just a glance at her. Her eyes, which look so innocent, kept me staring deeply into them.
The way she shivers
