Thrown away, disposable and defeated. As if something was terribly wrong with him, with his mind, Ren had thrown Astor in a car with Nash and told him that it was for his own good, that they wanted to help him.
No matter how strongly he had disagreed, no matter how loudly he was shouting , until his voice was lost, his words buried deep inside of him, Ren wouldn't listen.
It was for his own good. That's what he had said as he pressured him to quickly pack his stuff, to get out of there. Astor though couldn't believe that, something inside of him made him doubt Ren's words. To him it felt as if he wanted to get rid of him, forget that his mate was disfunctional.
"It's going to be okay" Nash told him, pulling him out of his hurtful thoughts. "We won't even be gone for long"
