Faith's Pov
The world blurred as Astor pulled me away from the living room. His grip on my arm was like iron, hard and unyielding. Not a gentle touch, not a loving pull, but a raw, forceful yank that left a burning trail on my skin.
He didn't say a word, just dragged me, practically running, through the quiet hallway. My feet stumbled to keep up, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. This wasn't the Astor l was getting used to, not the one who had finally started to look at me with something soft in his eyes. This was someone else, someone cold and hard. The man l stayed with for 3 years.
When we reached his room, he didn't even bother to open the door properly. He just shoved it open with his free hand and then, with a sharp, sudden movement, let go of my arm. I stumbled forward, al
