Chapter one hundred and eight

Chapter One Hundred and Eight.

Unedited.

Anastasia's POV.

For some reasons known to me, deep down inside my mind, I didn't even bother trying to answer my own questions, as I know they can never be answered. That's how it has always been.

Inside my head, there are lot to ask but none to be answered, so why the need to continuously disturb myself.

I have met with Owen and Anthony and they are doing good...well, as good as Vampire children should be, and somehow, they don't even miss being away from other kids. I guess, it only makes things easy, you know, since they might be a danger to other children of their age, this time around, I mean, children.

Even, now that I think of it, I am realizing that Nicholas never took them to school. He only ever mentioned homeschooling.

Anyway, right now, I am standing opposite to a sill window, next to Ola. She hasn't said much since I am here. She has just come to join me and in her hands are two glass cups filled with orange juice. She passes me