~Anne's POV~
I remained in the guest room after cleaning myself and the most I could for dinner. I had no appetite at all, but Riccardo had insisted that I eat something, anything at all. I had obeyed, only because I wanted to leave the dining table and return to the comfort of my bed. I needed to sleep, to close my eyes and act like none of this had happened. However, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't escape it.
It flashed in my head continuously, images of everything. The burn on my arm still hurt, and it felt like I was making the wrong decision by staying here. Like I was endangering everybody I cared for all for one man. I trusted Riccardo, I knew he had resources good enough to keep me safe. But what about my family? What if things don't go the way he thought they would? What if—
