Anastasia sobbed while Julian signaled his henchmen to lower their guns.
Julian might have been surprised about Tracie finding them all of a sudden, but he was d to see Anastasia hugging her so tightly and shedding all those tears she’d never let slip out of her eyes since she’d woken up from hera.
He was aware she needed someone close by her side, and he was d they’d finally found someone.
Thankfully, they were deep in the forest, so both the sister’s sobbing couldn’t be heard by anyone except the midnight owls.
Anastasia sobbed so hard, that her tearspletely drenched Tracie’s shirt. However, thetter didn’t mind at all.
Before they could realize it, they were both on the ground with Tracie patting Anastasia on the back.
They were there for minutes until Anastasia finally stopped crying—her tears had finally run out.
Tracie cupped Anastasia’s cheeks one more time, staring at her with watery eyes and the urge to sob again arose but she held it back.
"Why didn’t youe back to us? We were worried about you" She questioned with a stern voice, but there was a touch of concern underlying each word that flew out of her mouth.
Anastasia parted her lips to speak, but no words coulde out.
Julian immediately interjected.
"Ms. rk, I believe your colleagues will be looking for you by now. No one must find you here with Anastasia—"
"What are you talking about? She’sing with me," Tracie interrupted, ring at the gigantic man standing in front of her.
Instinctively, she pulled Anastasia by her side.
"I don’t know the kinds of lies you’ve been feeding her, but she will no longer be staying with you. She’sing back with me!"
"Tracie," Anastasia softly called. "You need to go now."
Tracie frowned when she heard her voice.
"What happened to your voice?" She asked, confused and worried now.
"I’m noting back yet. I need toplete my revenge before heading back. Please go now," she insisted with a firm expression as she wiped her face clean of her tears.
Tracie could see that Anastasia had made her decision, and from the looks of things, there wasn’t anything she could do to change her mind. At least at that moment since she doesn’t have much time.
Gritting her teeth, she faced the huge man before her.
"Get me a pen and paper."
Julian first cocked his eyebrow at her in confusion before he reached for the paper and pen Alex was holding up. He handed it over to her and immediately, Tracie scribbled in a long line of digits with a name on top of it.
She tore the piece of paper and folded the part that contained the digits and name.
"This is my phone number. Whenever you can, give me a phone call." Although thest thing Tracie wanted was to leave Anastasia in the hands of people she didn’t know, she believed Anastasia could take care of herself.
She had a lot of questions, especially about her appearance which looked different from the Anastasia she knew.
Tracie opened Anastasia’s palm, and slipped the paper in.
Then she turned to Julian with narrowed eyes. Swiftly, she picked up her gun faster than they could register everything, making Julian’s henchmen immediately point there at her in defense, ready to shoot.
"I’ll remember your face. If anything happens to her, I swear to God I’ll haunt you wherever you are, tear you balls, feed it to you before I send you back to your creator." Her eyes were tinted with rage, and Julian couldn’t decipher if it was from crying or from rage.
Whichever, he cared for his life.
Tracie nced at each of them, scribbling their faces in her mind before she turned to Anastasia, her gaze softening.
"Call me," she said.
"I will," she replied with a small smile on her lips. "But promise me you won’t tell them you saw me."
"I promise." Tracie sighed before she turned and headed back to where she wasing from.
Anastasia watched Tracie disappear into the bushes, surprisingly d she’d met with a family member.
She took a look at the paper Tracie had slipped into her palms earlier, her smile stretching.