“You…” Astrid growls, her eyes thining in rage when she sets them upon the woman who set her life on an entirely different course. Every cell in her body vibrates with a tremor and her heart wants to burst from anger.
“Relax,” the lady quickly says, backing away slightly, seeing the color chnage in Astrid’s eyes and the claws extending from her fingers. “You can’t spill blood in the temple, you’ll pay with yours.”
“Then maybe I’ll wait till we’re outside and do it,” Astrid snarls, unable to calm the storm of anger within her.
That day forever changed her perception about recieveing unsolicited help, she often wondered for years what she must have done to this woman for her to have framed her like that.
She is the reason Zane thinks of her as what she is not. The stigma on her right now
