Jamie stared at the dead men on the floor. They were better off dead. He was already satisfied with his long life, and how much he had punished them.
He gently picked Anastasia up and cradled her into his arms. Anastasia slapped his chest. "I can walk,"
Jamie did not listen to her. He simply walked out of the door with her, ignoring all of her harsh slaps that went all over him, even to his face. She simply slapped wherever she could touch.
Getting into their room, he gently dropped her on the bed and made her comfortable. The maid came in immediately after, with a tray.
Jamie received the tray and nodded at her to leave. All this while, Anastasia just trembled on the bed, having a hard time breathing.
Jamie brought the tray before her and sat with her. "I'm so sorry,"
Anastasia sniffed. "You should have warned me."
