“I won’t harm you,” he told her gently.
“I don’t know you.”
“Not yet. But you will.”
“Why are you here?”
Gustavo’s face darkened. “I could feel your fear. It was sharp and painful. I couldn’t help you, and I wasn’t sure if you were safe. Truthfully, I didn’t know if reaching for your mind in sleep would even work. We haven’t met in person, and I have not marked you. Perhaps my need to see you made the bond stronger.”
His words reminded her of Amy. She saw the girl’s dead body lying alone in a cold warehouse. Anna looked away, unable to meet his eyes. She was afraid he would see what she’d done. She pictured a wall in her mind, pushing the memory behind it, hoping he would never discover the truth.
“What happened, Anastasia?”
She shook her head and closed her eyes. She didn’t hear
