Anna's POV
At the Murphy Estate, I had just finished telling Catherine about what happened last night.
Catherine's eyes were wide open.
"Annie, you're absolutely insane! If that bastard had really gotten hurt, you'd be completely screwed." She shook her head in disbelief.
I shrugged with practiced nonchalance, hoping she couldn't detect the nervousness fluttering beneath my composed exterior. "I didn't have time to think it through. He was drugged, aggressive, and I was trapped in a room with him. What was I supposed to do? Let him use me as his remedy?"
I took another sip of tea, avoiding her gaze. "Besides, he crossed paths with me at exactly the wrong moment.
That's his bad luck, not mine."
