Astrid's POV
I have to admit, Eliza is a bad influence on me. I walked sluggishly toward Damien's room. The rational part of my mind was screaming at me to stop whatever I was planning to do. But I was beyond reasoning. That, and the fact that Eliza kept pushing me with motivational quotes until it was getting hella annoying.
"Eliza, stop. I'm not backing out from it. I also don't like Selena," I whined, but she just shook her head.
"I know your type, Astrid. You're too kind and will probably pity her if she starts shedding crocodile tears."
Rolling my eyes, I turned to her just as we got to the door. "I'm going to do everything as planned, okay? I'll go in and tell Damien that I want to talk to him outside, then when he comes, I'll tell him I want us to spend some time alone. Perfect?
