They arrived at Xavier's mansion, and without wasting a moment, Xavier swept Anastasia into his arms and carried her to his room. Barely seconds later, Mark skidded his car to a stop, rushed inside, and immediately began the treatment. The urgency in his movements mirrored the tension that filled the air.
A few hours later
Anastasia woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom. The ceiling above her was stark white, noticeably different from the one in the guest room where she had been staying. She blinked a few times, disoriented, trying to piece together how she had ended up in the room.
'Am I in heaven?' Anastasia wondere, as her eyebrows curled in confusion. She pushed herself to sit up on the bed, and that was when her eyes landed on a figure.
It was Xavier. He was sitting on a couch, his head lowered. Either he was asleep or praying, one couldn't tell. Anastasia frowned deeply when it dawned on her. She was in Xavier's room and she had an allergy attack.
