Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen.

Anastasia's POV.

It took a while, and when she did, she is shouting at someone, before she says in a completely different voice, one that doesn't scare me any further. "Hey, babe. What's up?"

"Hey, I am fine. What's going on?" I go straight to asking, as she should know I would.

"The scream I screamed?" She asks, and I roll my eyes.

"No, the shout you shouted," my voice is sarcastic.

Kyra makes an, "he-he," sound. To be honest, it sounded more like a devilish, "he-he," than a friendly, "he-he." I don't know if that even makes sense. "I see you have grown wings. Anyway, I don't have the energy to fight, bitch..." She trails off. She sounds tired, anyway.

"You, the bitch." I say back, and we laugh. In the background, I can hear the sound of a water, sprinkling. "Are you working in the garden behind the house?"

"Of course. Of course. Something crazy happened. You can't believe that some drunk human being trampled, as though, he has the weight of an elephant, on m