Chapter one hundred and eighteen

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'