[Anastasia's point of view]
It was one in the morning and I couldn't sleep. Even though the windows were closed, I could feel a cold breeze slipping in, followed by the chill of the AC.
I looked at the empty side of the bed; Enzo had said he would return, but it had been hours and there had been no sign of him.
I drew my knees up to my chest and hugged them. I had no idea I was so attached to Enzo until now. Maybe Rue was right; I was hooked on Enzo. Perhaps it was because he was the first man I'd been with, or perhaps it was something else.
And speaking of Rue, I was curious about her condition. She must be suffering greatly while I was only restrained by handcuffs to the bed.
For some reason, I felt it was my fault that we were caught. I sighed and hugged my knees even m
