Chapter 319

Backbone and pride were great and all, but hey—ever heard of “as long as the tree’s still standing, there’ll be firewood”? Right when Anna Green was lost in her mess of thoughts, she felt the bed sink next to her. Julian Blake had sat down, his dark eyes fixed on her with quiet intensity. “Anna.” “Yeah?” She quickly glanced at him, checking his mood—turns out, he wasn’t mad, and didn’t seem like he had anything else planned either. She sat up right away, almost like a reflex. Pfft—guess she was overthinking again. “Let’s talk.” “Sure, you go ahead,” she replied casually now, totally relaxed, now that she was sure he wasn’t angry. “Were you mad today?” His voice was low and soft, yet in the quiet room, it was unmistakably clear—like aged whiskey, smooth and rich, with a unique kind of calm. Anna paused, then nodded like a bobblehead. Of course she was mad! She’d nearly forgotten, if he hadn’t brought it up! If Anna lacked anything, it definitely wasn’t the ability to play along. She gav