Astrid's POV
I glared at Rita, who was standing in front of the window. Her face was lined with false concern as she stared back at me. I don't know why she thought she could pull that move on me. I wasn't Zane or any of his brothers. “Astrid, darling,” she began, her voice soft and litling, “How are you feeling?”
I didn't bother to answer, just turned the lock and opened the door, “Get out, Rita. I don't have time for you today.” I said, my voice flat and cold. She was unmoved by my outburst, her face still retaining that sweet gaze. “Come now Astrid,” she took a step closer and smiled with glee. “I heard the yelling downstairs, and just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”
She probably wished Roshan broke my neck. I stared her down and replied, “I was perfectly fine, before I disc
