Chapter Thirteen

Darius remained dazed, not knowing how to react. Didn't she want him? He had never been rejected before. It was a new feeling, a strike to his ego.

Now that he knew how it felt, he didn't like any moment of it. Especially because of the fact that he wanted—no, he needed—Astrid.

He walked out of the room and locked it, walking towards her room. “Astrid?” He knocked on her door.

“Go away.” She replied.

“This is my house.” He snapped, quite aggravated that she was ordering him around.

“Well, maybe I'll go away.” The door swung open and she walked past him, heading to the staircase.

“Why do you think I came here in the first place? I need you to communicate your feelings with me.” He followed her down the stairs.

Astrid turned to face him and sighed. “That's the problem with this whole thing, Darius. Feelings. Am I supposed to even feel something? Why did we just do that? It's been thr