Faith's Pov
I thought Astor's overbearing presence was bad, but the wooing began subtly. First came the gifts of wildflowers, then a carved wooden wolf, but none of those impressed me.
I was a woman scorned, and everything he did temporarily made my heart flutter, but I still couldn't find him genuine.
He tried talking to me softly, bringing me meals himself, even making my favorite tea. His eyes burned with something desperate when he looked at me. He reached for my hand, brushed my hair aside, tried to break down the walls I’d built.
But I stayed cold. Each gift, each kind word, only made me angrier. He was chasing the ghost of the girl who had once loved him, a girl who no longer existed.
I ignored his efforts. I kept my answers short, my face blank.
His frustration grew. I saw it
