Anastasia:
She barged into my room, just as she had always done when I was a kid, eyes staring at me fiercely with mild anger.
If this was any normal day, I would have allowed myself to bask in the nostalgia that it came with. I would have enjoyed reminiscing on the times when she would always catch me in bed with my hands dipped in her bucket of cookies.
But this was not a normal day. My heart was still pounding fast at what I had done even though it was yesterday and seeing the angry expression on her face now, I knew she now knew about it.
Her expression softened when she stared at me and the yells I thought would follow that angry bursting in did not come.
Instead, she gave a small sigh, watching me warily before sighing again.
" Why would you tell him that? You know how powerful
