Chapter one hundred and fifteen Anastasia's POV. Softly, my eyes open. I look around, and without any fear, I have recognized the room I am in. It is Nicholas's. I look around as I sit up with my hands supporting my change of position. My body feels sick. I think I might have malaria, and honestly, right now, I won't mind getting anything to drink—something hot, though. In fact, I need tea so badly. Having sat up and become comfortable, I stopped wandering my eyes and shifting my head from the left to the right the moment my sight zeroed in on Nicholas. He is in the room. I swear, I wasn't expecting it. Of course, it is his room, but does he even stay there except for the nights, which aren't even compulsory for him? I watch as he is asleep, or whatever it is they call it in the vampire language. He is slurping downwards such that his back is arched inside, and I am sure that for a human, they would have woken up in body pain from that position. I watch as his arms spread in
Chapter one hundred and sixteen Anastasia's POV. Hillary remains silent, not talking, and I, on the other hand, act like I do not care. He chuckles the moment I place the cup of tea close to my lips, and it burns. "Yeah, for someone as sadistic as you are, it's no big deal that you find that funny." I tell him, and his lips shift to the side. Oh, jeez. I think I might have offended him, but then, if I have, he does know how to hide it. He clears his throat as he walks over to my front. And then, collecting the cup of tea from me, he blows into it and gives it back to me. With hesitation, I look into it first, and then placing it close to my lips, I come to realize it's gotten warm and not hot like it was earlier. "Now, tell me, what is the catch?" Why are you being nice? I question him. And this time, I sound demanding, wanting nothing but an honest question. "I see you no longer consider me to be fair with you." "Well, when you think of it, is there a reason why you should?
Chapter one hundred and seventeen Anastasia's POV. My nerves spike up for some reason. I can't even think of anything right now. He arrives in front of me and stops. "I see you're ready," he says, smiling at me. That is strange. He doesn't even look angry at all. I think he's just trying to act this way so I can feel like he is a good person when he isn't. He is being hypocritical to his true self, which is to fight fire with fire. "And, um, I'm here to lead you to the vehicle." So, please..." His voice trails off as he spreads his hand for me to take. I take it and smirk, my lips shifting to the left. "Thanks," I mutter, and he nods. "My pleasure." He entwined his fingers in mine and led me out of the room with him. We get to the hallway, and for the first time since I've been in this place, I see vampires roaming the hallway like they've never done before. It is usually empty. We arrive in a new room, and I see a lot more of them. Most of them are working on the internal deco
Chapter one hundred and eighteen. Anastasia's POV. I watch the tall buildings as we are now moving through the city. My eyes would wander around those glassy windows, and I'd be brought back to the time when I was as free as the rest of the humans walking the street. Then, I would look back to Hillary, who would smile at me even though I was not smiling back at him, and I would watch how he was able to blend in so well that no one would ever notice he was a beast in disguise. And when I thought deeply about it, I realized how much I also felt for those handsome features of his, just like I did for Nicholas's. And also, I'd recall how I used to rush to the office, wanting to work for Nicholas, when I didn't know he'd later become someone that I didn't regret wanting to kill at some point in time. Yesterday for example is enough prove. The car stops, and Hillary clears his throat. "I'd go get us some fast food." When he states that, I only nod. He leaves, and I notice that he didn'
Anastasia's POV. They have just come to a stop, and Kyra looks excited for some reason, maybe because of what they are discussing. I am just happy that she doesn't look hurt or anything as such. She laughs at some point, and a few seconds later, Cole shakes her hand right before she readjusts her bag. Then, at the same time, she turns to leave, and Cole's eyes land on my side. And he smirked. Hillary, on the other hand, is stiff beside me. I am sure he is boiling inside. It is just surprising that he hasn't started a fight yet. I'm sure Nicholas doesn't have that much patience. Anyway, the moment I see that Kyra has walked a reasonable distance for her not to see me, I take one step forward, but Hillary stops me. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks in a voice that tells me genuinely that he cares. I nod my head affirmatively. "Yes, I've got to know what he wants with my Kyra, and by the way, we both talked about learning how to outsmart the Kings." This is one way of kno
Chapter one hundred and twenty. Anastasia's POV. I adjust my seat on the footstool as I listen to Cole Hunter. I know at this point in my life I am not supposed to be paying much attention, as I am at the moment, but I cannot help it. I've got to listen to him anyway because, currently, I don't want to see Hillary. I mean, a part of me trusts that Kyra is safe with him, and I know as long as he is talking with her, he won't be coming to see me anytime soon. "Can I ask a quite alarming question, I mean, depending on how ever you see it?" Questions Cole Hunter with a squint in his eyes. He looks as though that question would annoy me, and for that, a part of me is scared to listen to it. Regardless, I nodded my head, affirming for him to continue. He nods his own head after me. "Has Nicholas ever fed from you?" As much as I understand what that question means deeply inside me, I act as though I do not. "What do you mean by that?" Cole Hunter licks the topping off his ice cream, t
Chapter one hundred and twenty one.Anastasia's POV."There used to be the Old World, and now there is the New World." The supernatural world was recked, right from the start, by vampires, and ever since then, the one named King Nicholas, The King of All Vampire's Kings, has been attempting to align the supernatural creatures and make them see past the offenses that have been made by his father. Even for this reason, he had gotten his father and his seven subjects banished from the face of the New World.I scoff as I read that. So much for really trying to prove he is a good guy. Nicholas the good guy, my ass. Like, he can go tell that to the werewolves whom he attacked right before my eyes: "Hey, I am a good guy, unlike my father," and they'd accept him back without first cutting off his head. He's no difference, but then, I haven't read much, so I don't know what yet his father has done. "In the old world, werewolves and hunters, including humans, were all controlled by the vampir
Anastasia's POVAs I make my way to the bathroom, I think about it. So, he only told me that it's going to be a dinner night, nothing else. I think I can put my mind at ease knowing that he isn't going to hurt me or anything. I mean, I know he won't, but then, when you're living with a creature who's capable of it, can you really not fear him? And it's not like I've been living with him for years. Abd by rhw way, I haven't seen Madeleine or Ola in a while. I think when I asked Hillary, he mentioned something about them traveling around the state at the moment, doing some sight-seeing. He mentioned that Madeleine hates the winter period, so she always tries to enjoy the outside once it's soon coming, so she won't miss the outside throughout the winter time when she would like to be indoors throughout.To be honest, I find it funny, as I do with any seasonal period. And I find winter time even more interesting, as my palms and feet do not sweat during that period. I am now done with