'Feels like I'm in a trashy reality television show.' She rolled her eyes as she watched Blaire Cynclaire take Acashia outside, the latter on cloud nine again, feeling like she received a medal of honor from Matthew. Not knowing that she's just a clown that he sees as one of his pawns.
Astrid Starling, however, pretended not to care. Even as Matthew pushed himself off the chair and began walking towards her, she didn't bat an eye for him.
She paid no head as he was taking one step after the other, getting closer and closer to him. She only looked when he grabbed her wrist, forcing a gasp from her ruby red lips.
"Come with me," He demanded.
"What are you —"
Matthew turned to her direction, showing that deadly look on his face, a fair warning for her not to contest, not to move. Astrid sensed that if she budged then she'll be stepping foot in dangerous ground. So she let him drag him, letting Matthew pull her by the wrist.
