Chapter Seventy One

Chapter Seventy One.

Anastasias POV.

I haven't slept peacefully, as I think I did overnight. My nerves all feel calm and when I open my eyes, the only distress is that I don't recognize where I am.

I sit up on the bed and use the back of my palm to wipe away the sweats on my body. The room emits too much warmth that makes me a bit uncomfortable.

I look around but cannot recognize anything. Wait, did I get drunk and made out in someone else's house overnight? I mean, that might also explain why I had a good night sleep. Who knows?

I hear a voice and for a second, I freeze in the sitting position that I am. Oh, I have been hearing that same voice since, in my sleep. I think it is even the reason why I had woken up in the first place. There's another voice, too, and it seems they are arguing.

I may be unfamiliar with anything, but then not of both voices. I hear Hillary says, "what do you want me to say? To start spilling everything, and you won't be able to control the monstrous part