ninety four

Anastasia was shocked with how Dylan was raising his voice at her; he was always cool and collected, even when Emma was taken, he was her rock, so she was confused as to why he was in this state; she saw the glass of bourbon in his hand and assumed that maybe he was drunk.

“Dylan, you're drunk; let's have this conversation later.” Anna said as she walked closer to him. Dylan snapped his head up and looked at her and Anna saw that his eyes were not glazed over or anything like that, which meant that he wasn't drunk.

“I'm not drunk, Anastasia. You made a promise to me, and you broke it.” Dylan said to her; Anna wondered where all this was coming from; yes she made him a promise, but he knew why she had to leave that car; she couldn't just leave Emma out there alone.

She walked closer to Dylan, and just a few feet were separating them. For the first time, he didn't have the guarded look that he always had on; his emotions were clear on his face. He was angry, that