Chapter Thirty-Two
Ana
I scrambled off the bed, my legs trembling so much I could barely stand. The cold air hit my skin where the dress had been pulled down, making me feel naked and small.
I rushed toward Desmond, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I didn't care about my pride anymore. I fell to my knees at his feet and reached for the hem of his jacket.
"Desmond, please," I sobbed, my voice cracking. "I don't know what happened. I really don't. I remember waiting for you, and then everything went black. I don't understand how I ended up in this room or why these cameras are here."
He looked down at me, and I wished he wasn't still angry. Anger I could handle. But his eyes were full of a cold, sharp hate that made me want to disappear. He pulled his jacket out o
