POV -----> Anastasia
Why was I suddenly thinking so much? I don't remember ever being this anxious about anything.
I guess Azur rubbed off on me, I always feel like this is how his mind would be. I thought it would be nice to talk to myself, it is really not what I thought.
"Thinking hurts." I said out loud.
A few moments later, the wagon came to an abrupt halt and I heard metal clanks from the outside of the metal compartment.
They were opening it up.
'Had we reached our final destination?' I asked myself and looked around.
Madden was wrapped with a sackcloth around her mouth as well and in the far corner of the metal carriage she had her eyes wide open with a very scary look on her face.
"Y'know, I think Whitlock should be dead by now." Someone said from the outside.
"huh?" another voice exclaimed in curiosity as to why that was said, it was evident from his tone alone.
I also wanted to know.
