Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen.

Anastasia's POV.

The entirety of the rest of the movie night faded from my consciousness. I just couldn't bear it when after finishing a comedic American movie, which is very interesting, that is to say, Anthony and Owen decided to want to rewatch.

It got boring the second time, and thus, my reason for dozing off. My lids squint at the light, coming from the chandelier. It's not that bright, but at the same time, it isn't very inviting.

My hands cover my eyes, as I sit up. Then, I brush my hair behind my ears. When I feel good, I look to my side, on the next couch to see that it is empty, and surprisingly, everywhere is clean.

"Jeez." I whisper under my breath, as I take a stand and look around well. It is clean. Wait, who cleaned it? Could it be Kira? Oh, yes, I think it's her.

I am about to call for her when I hear someone, clearing his throat. It sounded masculine. My body turns to the north, across from the shelves, containing some odd-time CD player and cass