CHAPTER 157

“Life can be emotionally abusive.”

Daisy’s POV

“Whose idea was it to drug me,?”

Astrid looked at her fingers, “it was mine,” she whispered.

“It was pathetic, but that was the only thing I could do to keep you safe,” she rushed the words out.

I rolled my eyes, a growl rumbling from my chest, there she goes again with her hero complex, saying she did the most to save me.

“Believe me,” she pleaded with a desperate look on her eyes.

“How do you expect me to believe that drugging me was for my good?” I asked.

“You had me drugged, played the devil between Hades and I. And when you got bored with that you fucked him” I hissed.

“or did I forget to mention how convenient it was to be kidnapped on the same day? All these by your hands,” I snarled.

Astrid flinched, she was surprised at the hardness in my tone. I tiny smirk formed on my cheeks, she was yet to find out how much I had changed.

“So please tell me, why the fuck you would think that drugging me was you saving me?” I hissed.

Astrid fid