Slowly the days passed and the news of the death of Bryan Whyte was forgotten by many except a few who were directly related to the deceased or worked with him or the cops who were responsible for finding out who was the killer behind his death.
Meanwhile, inside a certain mansion in the heart of Ariz City, Natasha was still sound asleep even after the sun had risen above the horizon. The thick curtains helped to prevent the rays of the sun from spilling inside and waking her from her deep slumber.
It was noon when she opened her eyes and a yawn escaped her lips. Her bright eyes searched the room for a certain figure that was used to stalking her while she slept but he was nowhere to be seen. Waking from the bed, she dragged her feet to the bathroom for a bath.
