ANASTASIA'S POV I woke up slowly, the world swimming back into focus in soft, blurry pieces. My lashes fluttered once… twice… and then I froze.Nicholas was right beside me.His arm was slung over my waist, heavy and warm, his breath brushing my hair. For a second I didn’t move, didn’t even breathe. My eyes darted around the unfamiliar room of dark curtains, carved wooden walls, the faint scent of Bloodhound territory clinging stubbornly to the air.Was I dreaming? I had to be. The last thing I remembered was…No. No, I couldn’t remember. My mind felt too quiet, like it was bracing for something awful.As if sensing the shift in my breathing, Nicholas stirred. His eyes opened lazily, dark lashes lifting before he let out a sleepy grunt and pulled me closer, burying his face in my hair.“Mm… Ana,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep. “Are you okay? Feeling better?”I blinked at him, still not catching up to the moment. Feeling better? Better from what?But… weirdly, I did. I felt ligh
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