What?! We're Mates?!
"Explain to me, who the hell are you?"
Anastasia's mouth opens and closes soundlessly. But no matter how hard she tries, no coherent response would come.
"I... I..." she stammers, her voice almost inaudible.
My patience wears thin, my frustration starts to take over.
"Enough!" I snap, my voice echoing off the walls of the kitchen. "I want the truth, Anastasia. Who are you, and what do you want from me?"
Anastasia's hazel eyes, behind her eyeglasses, shimmer with unshed tears, her lower lip trembling as she fights to hold back her emotions. But as she meets my unwavering gaze, she’s finally able to articulate a response.
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