Even though the room was slightly dark, as not all the curtains had been pulled away from the window, the room felt hot to Anastasia. The gloved hand on the surface of the door didn't pull away until she let go of the doorknob.
Anastasia turned from where she stood while making sure she didn't touch the person who stood too close to her, towering over her.
When her eyes met Dante's midnight eyes that held a hint of glare and curiosity in them, she heard him question her,
"This is the second time that you have followed me in less than twenty-four hours. Who put you up to it?"
What? Anastasia quickly shook her head.
Her eyes fell on him, seeing that his hair was ruffled, he was in loose trousers, with a plain white shirt with its sleeves rolled to his elbow, and the top three buttons were left unbuttoned.
