Astrid's POV
Her words had exhausted all my patience I had at this game she was playing. I stepped forward intent on pushing past her, when I froze noticing the rose she was crushing in her fist. I stared at her surprised, she didn't even flinch, not even when the thorns pierced her skin and blood slowly trickled down her palm.
Naturally, I was concerned. Normal people screamed when they felt pain. Even werewolves. I started to think whatever had happened during those years she was gone had affected her mentally. She was bleeding right in front of me, yet her only reaction was that creepy smile still plastered on her face.
The creepy smile dissolved into something that looked more genuine and natural the moment Aiden and Zane stepped into the garden together, she gave me a smug look th
