Did Courtney already get him to agree to her terms?
“Sit,” Zane says coldly, his back turned to her as he stares out the window.
Astrid remains standing and folds her hand against her chest. Something about disobeying him gives her a form of satisfaction that she cannot explain, perhaps because she obeyed him so much in the past to her own detriment.
“Your lover, the one in the picture with you, where is he? I know you eloped together,” Zane asks, his back still turned to the wall.
Astrid narrows her eyes at him, full of spite and rage, bitterness churning in her gut. How many times does she have to tell him the same thing for him to get it.
“Go to hell Zane,” she replies in a venomous tone, walking away when Zane grabs her in a flash and puts her against the wall.
“I asked you a f**
