Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ana
I watched as Desmond slowly stood up from the floor. He didn't look angry at first; he looked confused, as if he couldn't believe I had actually pushed him. He adjusted his shirt and stared at me with eyes that were starting to darken again.
"Why are you acting this way, Ana?" he asked, his voice low and tight. "You are my wife. You are my Luna. I have every right to touch you. It shouldn't be a fight every time I want to be near you."
I felt a cold shiver of disgust run down my spine. I took a step back, putting even more distance between us.
"The same hands you used to touch Ema today?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of rage and hurt. "You want to use those same hands on me now? How disgusting can you be, Desmond? Do you really think I’m that desperat
