There is a suffocating grip that has overtaken my body as we step back into Anastasia's room. Never have I been so scared as I am at present. The air is thick and heavy; a dark mood has settled into each corner of every wall. I can genuinely say that I have never in all my years experienced such a thing. I use to be the one that rejected my lovers; never did I think the tables would turn.
As I look at the Vampire Hunter next to me, he seems somewhat overconfident that he shall be the man with whom Anastasia will leave today. Arrogance makes you a fool, and fools never win. So if I were him, then I would wipe that smirk off his stupid face.
But as for Anastasia, it is hard to read her face, and I am not able to read her mind either. Had she found the ability to shut me out? Or is the beas
