Anna's POV
"Taking you to lunch," he replied simply, his voice matter-of-fact as though carrying me was the most natural thing in the world.
I opened my mouth to protest but found myself speechless. The shock of Logan's betrayal still reverberated through me, leaving a hollowness that made even forming words difficult. My shoulders throbbed with pain, a physical reminder of the price I'd nearly paid for his twisted obsession.
Marcus carried me through the manor with surprising gentleness for a man his size. Each careful step seemed calibrated not to jostle my injured shoulders.
The dining room of Golden Oak Manor unfolded before us, a space so grand it made my own home at Goldenleaf Manor seem modest by comparison.
