CHAPTER SIXTY THREE - MARCUS'S ADVANCES

"It's fine," Anna managed to say through gritted teeth. "I can manage." She turned to leave, desperate to escape the stares and whispers, when a strong hand gripped her arm. She looked up to see Erik, his expression a mix of concern and anger. "What happened here?" he demanded, his gaze sweeping over the room. Vanessa stepped forward, her blue eyes wide with feigned innocence. "It was just an accident, Erik. I was trying to pour Anna some juice, and I... slipped." Erik's eyes narrowed, clearly not believing the flimsy excuse. "Anna, are you alright?" She nodded, not trusting her voice. Erik turned to address the room, his voice carrying a hint of a growl. "I expect all of you to treat Anna with respect. She's here at my invitation, and any disrespect shown to her is disrespect shown to me. Is that clear?" A chorus of mumbled agreements filled the air, but Anna could see the resentment in many of the women's eyes. Erik's defense of her had only made things worse. "Come on," Erik