“Do you know who I am?” she asks.
“I do, Anastasia."
“Where are you taking me?” she finally asks, an uneasy edge to her voice.
“Somewhere safe."
“Am I safe with you?” The question sends a shiver through my body of desire mixed with intrigue. The way she puts her questions is strange. She seems to be angling for something that I can’t put my finger on.
“We’ll see.”
―
Alexis Abbott,
Killing for Her