...you can tell me what's wrong. He'd noticed something was wrong then. Of course he had. Why had she thought that she could fool this Remy when she'd never been able to hide anything from her own? The man could see through any facade she threw up, even with his eyes closed, and she felt like an idiot for having thought it might work this time. She should save her hope for other things.

Things like hoping she could make it out of the apartment without him finding out the truth. If she could get somewhere she could be alone, if she could just have time to think and figure things out--

"Sure, sugar, whatever you say." Her steps were slow as she made her way over to a chair, keeping her eyes firmly away from the door that she fully intended to make a break for when he was out of the room. She wouldn't have long, but she couldn't stay there. She couldn't let him find out what had happened to her, she couldn't let this Remy be hurt too. This Remy who was alive and called her Anna and knew her other self so well.