Samuel's POV
"You're still here?" I asked irritably, bracing one hand against the wall, effectively caging her between my body and the wallpaper. I knew I reeked of alcohol and sweat, but the uncontrollable fire coursing through my body was far worse. Seeing Anna pressed against the wall trying to escape gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction.
"When I leave is none of your business, Mr. Griffin," she responded, feigning composure though her pulse visibly raced at her throat.
"You really are... asking for trouble," I managed through gritted teeth, fighting against the raging inferno inside me. I could feel veins pulsing at my temples, my vision swimming with need.
Her eyes narrowed, scanning my face.
"Are you drunk or have you been... drugged?"
The question cut through my haze momentarily. Drugged? The possibility hadn't even occurred to me, but it made sense.
