ANNE

What the fuck? I groan, sliding inside from the open door of my room.

My legs are still a little shaky waky after the encounter with Zero in the kitchen. I lost my head there for some time and gave in like a desperate bitch which I am surely not going to regret. If I do regret it, this will mean he won. Well, I don’t let others win.

I huff, walking straight to the bathroom and stripping so I can take a bath.

My cheeks are heated even now. His touch is still lingering on my skin, the pleasure buzzing at the back of my mind.

Turning on the shower, I stand under the running water as I replay the intense moment in my head. My hands work on their own, grabbing the things, helping me take the bath while my mind remains absent.

What kind of reaction was that? Like…we are even? Or what? Was he doing it to pay me back for the blood? I never asked him to pay me back though. I was helping him.

Bloody blood-sucking psycho prick.

Why the fuck was I helping him in the first place? This is al