I was back to my room in a daze. I didn't know what had just gotten into me or Alex. She had always been treating me worse than any other slaves in this house, but all of a sudden, she seemed like a different person. This was too much for my current state of mind. I got a splitting headache overanalyzing everything.
The next day, Alex wanted me downstairs first thing in the morning. I had to get dressed, but all I really needed was to be left alone in my room. Alex also insisted I move to her chamber. It took me a long time to protest the idea.
Finally convinced that I wouldn't run away, she let me have my way. Even if I could escape, where would I go now? I had no one as my refuge anymore, and I still couldn't stop thinking of Anastasia. Where was she at this moment?
But my mind must h
