Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Astrid’s POV
I was still gathering my things when someone approached. I watched as he crouched down and helped me pick them up. I was shocked at first, but then I recognized the tattooed hand. It was the same person who had stopped me from going after Clara.
"What are you doing?" I asked him as I wiped the tears pouring from my eyes.
Those forest green eyes landed on me. "Helping you." He said in a matter of fact tone.
"You don’t have to do this," I said, my voice flat. "I can do it by myself."
"Nonsense," he replied, his voice warm and amused. "I couldn’t possibly stand by and watch a lady in distress struggle like this." He flashed me a dazzling smile, but it didn’t reach my heart. My emotions were too raw, too tangled in grief and anger, to be affected by his charm.
I ignored his smile and continued gathering my belongings. Dresses, shoes, sketch books. They were all I had with some old clothes.
When I finally gathered everything, I realized I had nowhere to go. Leon hadn’t bothered to tell me where I was supposed to live now. I was no longer his concern. It hurt that I could be casted away like this.