Chapter 75
The images pulsed through her, causing her to tremble in the water. The whispers grew louder in her ears, and Anastasia clamped her hands over them. Images of fire, blood, the smell of smoke, and the loud screams of the witches tumbled through her mind, suffocating her.
"Milady! Milady!"
Anastasia woke up, strands of her blonde hair sticking to her forehead. Her screams had turned into soft whimpers. "No… Please."
"Milady, please wake up."
Anastasia slowly peeled her eyes open, blinking against the burning candles. Her frantic breathing slowed as she sat up in the tub, turning to the maid. She groaned, feeling a pounding headache on her forehead. Why did it feel so real, as if she were amongst the witches who had been burned?
