“Yeah… I should look pretty, make babies, and let a man take care of me. My brothers and my father used to pick her side by acting always so protective… Like I was made of glass or something,” Annalise added and laughed bitterly. “Still, after a while, they saw what I was capable of, and they stopped acting like bodyguards.”
“I’m going to admit something,” Lance said gravely.
She turned her face up, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
“I’m dying to know what it is. Is this the part where you disclose your deepest, darkest secrets?” Annalise teased.
“You’re mocking me again, angel… You could try to express an appropriate amount of appreciation for my confiding in you,” Lance huffed.
“Very well, milord. Let me just bat my eyelashes in adoration, but be quick, or I will mess up my mascara
