Astrid's POV
"You ready, birdie?" Lars smirked, or at least that was what he was trying to do.
He had this look on his face, like a maniac. His eyes were too wide and his lips too quirked. He didn't look pleasant at all. Lars was a handsome man, that much I could say, but right not he looked terrifying.
Or he would, if I gave a crap about him.
Of course, just like always, I didn't reply to him.
The cage door screeched open, and Lars loomed over me, his golden hair catching the torchlight like a halo around his cruel face.
"Ready for your big night, birdie?" he sneered, reaching in to grab my chains.
I let him.
I let his fingers brush my wrist, let him yank me forward like a dog on a leash. I even let myself stumble—just enough to make him laugh.
You see, the best thing you can
