Anya’s POV
I nodded, barely able to speak. My throat felt dry, tight, and the burn on my hand throbbed painfully, sending waves of heat up my arm. It made my stomach twist uncomfortably, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying out.
Jamie guided me out of the breakroom, his hand lightly brushing against my back in a protective way. Every step felt heavy, my legs trembling slightly as I tried to regain control of myself. The murmurs and snickers of the other employees faded behind me, replaced by the quiet hum of the hallway. It felt calmer, though my chest still hammered, and I kept glancing down at my hand, dreading the sight of the reddened skin and the faint steam of pain still lingering.
When we reached my office, he let go of my hand and motioned for me to sit down. I sa
