Chapter 8 Eight

Anastasia POV

The sun is bright and blinding on my face when I wake up, my mind is distorted but I know my room has curtains because I hate being woken up by bright lights.

My eyes pull open and the ceiling is a dark onyx color, reflecting at me, I frown "My ceilings are white" I mutter my eyes moving to the left where my eyes meet wi

                         

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