★Anastasia★
I sat in Noah’s living room, and the truth was that I was still processing everything I had learned. The hunger was no longer an unbearable force that clawed at my insides and, for the first time, I felt like I could think clearly. Like I could breathe easier – or at least mimic the motion. But still, something felt off. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch as my fingers gripped the armrest.
“Noah,” I murmured as I frowned. “I don’t feel tired,”
“No, that’s normal,” he said as he glanced over at me. He was standing by the fireplace with a glass of whiskey. He turned to face me fully, and I waited for him to explain. “We don’t need to sleep. We are…dead, Anastasia. But we can sleep,”
“We can?”
“Right, how do we sleep? The same way humans do. We close our eyes and shut off o
