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Deep into the night, Anna Jadwin woke up, parched with a bursting pain in her chest.
She struggled to sit up under the dim light illuminating the living room...
Every movement tearing her nearly shattered bones.
She reached for the quilt on the bedside table, her fingers quivering in pain, barely able to grasp the teapot.
A pair of cold, dark eyes seemed to glare at her from somewhere, the piercing gaze feeling like poisonous needles.
Anna suddenly looked up, finding Wayne Bailey sitting across the bed, his eyes dark and bloodthirsty, staring at her.
Both his hands resting on his knees were wrapped in bandages, soaked in blood.
He was like a ghost trapped in darkness, scrutinizing her every move.
Anna's heart sank, knocking the water glass to the floor.
Wayne just sat there like a statue, not taking his eyes off her for an instant.
Anna didn't know what had happened after she fell asleep, she hoarsely explained, "Raphael and I ... we're not like what you think."
