Page 252 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 2

Anna’s heart dropped. Kurt.

“You’re the fiancé?”

“You know about me?”

“Why do you think I took her out, you asshole?”

Anna didn’t hear Kurt’s response and she frantically looked around for her clothes.

Kurt slammed open the door and took in the sight of her naked in another man’s bed. His eyes narrowed and he threw something at her. “Get dressed.”

Anna looked down. He’d thrown clothes at her. A pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She narrowed her eyes at him. “How dare you barge in here on me like this!”

Kurt’s eyes flashed. “How dare I?” He growled. “What the hell were you doing going out with him, anyway?” Between his anger and his accent, it was difficult to understand what he was saying, but Anna got the picture. He was angry. It was frightening.

Levi appeared behind Kurt. “I’m not going to let you take her and hurt her.”

Kurt pressed his lips together. “I will not hurt her.” Kurt glared at Anna, but when he spoke again, his tone was softer. “Get dressed, please.”

Anna pulled on the clothes before standing. She glanced at Levi and gave him an apologetic smile. “He won’t hurt me.” Hopefully...

There was a pair of flat sandals in the bundle Kurt had thrown and she slipped those on before trying to comb out her hair with her hands.

“You are fine.” He grabbed her hand and yanked her toward the door.

She jerked her hand out of his. “Let me get my things.” She picked up her rumpled clothes and purse and stalked out of the room. She paused as she passed Levi. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, giving him a sad smile.

Kurt jabbed a finger into Levi’s chest. “If you ever touch her again, hell will rain down on you.”

Kurt was a few inches taller than Levi, and much broader, but Levi refused to shrink beneath his glare. “If I find out you’ve hurt her, I will rain hell down on you,” he retorted.

Kurt blinked, glanced at Anna, then back at Levi, then grabbed Anna’s hand and pulled her out of the apartment.

It was a silent ride through the city to Anna’s apartment. When they finally walked into her place, she left him in the living room to take a shower without saying a word.

Her entire body shook with anger as she turned on the water. He hadn’t shown up for two and a half months—even when she was sick—and then showed up on the one night she went out on a date? One date! Was he having someone follow her? The thought riled her to the core. How dare he!

After she was dressed, she stalked out to the living room where he was pacing.

He stopped and stared at her. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Me? What the hell is wrong with you?” She glared at him. “You don’t bother to call me when I’m sick, but decided that today was a great day to come visit me? Or did you know I went out last night?”

“Of course I knew you went out last night. Why else would I be here?”

“I don’t know, maybe because you actually cared about me? That you had recovered from whatever bug had gotten up your ass that turned you into a fucking bastard?”

Kurt’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. Gone was sweet, docile Anna. In her place was Katrina, strong woman of New York. She smiled at the image of her standing in the middle of Times Square, hands on her hips, a red cape streaming out behind her.

“I told you to be discreet.”

“Oh, like you were discreet, meeting up with Jasmine after you threw my engagement ring at me?” Through Stef, Anna had learned that it was her fellow principal dancer, Jasmine, that had met Kurt at his hotel after the gala. “You fucking asshole!” She looked around for something to throw, finally deciding on a sandal she’d left out the day before.

He ducked out of the line of fire. “How did you know?” At least he had the decency to look ashamed.

“It’s a fucking dance company, Kurt. Everyone knows. No wonder I was getting sympathetic looks a week later.”

“There are different standards for men?—‍”

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