ANASTASIA’S POV

I felt a dull and aching pain in my head as I opened my eyes to the bright room I was in. My throat felt dry and sore, making every breath I took feel like hell.

I forcefully opened my eyes, but everything was blurry. The air smelled different. I could feel breeze coming in from the window to my right, making the sheer white curtains flutter. For a few seconds, I looked around the room. This wasn’t my room.

Where was I?

Then, it hit me.

The fire.

The memories of the fire, heat, and suffocating smoke replayed back in my mind. I remember Nolan’s voice calling...