Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 213

Drystan’s POV

I willed myself together as I stared at Astrid, who was standing in front of me.

“What is it?” Astrid breathed out in a whisper, wondering why I asked her to talk to me in private.

I swallowed hard as my mind went blank. All the things that I wanted to tell her, all the questions that I was hoping to ask her, had fully vanished from my mind.

I could only stare at her, not even remembering why I had called her out here.

“H-How are you?” I asked her the first question that came to mind.

I instantly felt embarrassed. I felt like I had just asked her the most stupid question I could possibly ask.

“I’m fine, but I don’t feel excited as I ought to be,” Astrid answered without judging the awkward mess that I was.

I watched as Astrid tilted her head to the side, her eyes deepening in thought.

The corners of my lips lifted in a small smile when I saw her falling into her usual mannerisms. Ever since I met Astrid, she has always been like this. When I ask her a question, she sometimes thinks deeply, and for some reason, I like watching her ponder something.

“Why did you come here? What do you want to say?” Astrid suddenly lifted her chin up and asked.

I abruptly opened my mouth in surprise when Astrid suddenly pulled out from her thoughts and asked me a question.

I was intently observing her while she was deep in her own thoughts when she suddenly stared into my eyes and asked me a question.

My mouth bobbed up and down without a sound coming out. I tried to remember the words I practiced and memorized on my way here.

I even wrote a script to avoid this moment of being unable to say anything, but in the end, the scenario that I was trying to avoid still happened.

All I could think of was the reason why I visited Astrid tonight and pulled her out of here before her ceremony tomorrow.

I was hoping that if I were able to say the right words, Astrid could still change her mind and choose to live with me in the Nightsong Pack.

I wrote a script, I memorized the words, and I was ready to win her, but all those things flew out of my mind the moment I was here standing in front of her.

“Astrid,” I began in a small voice as I thought of my words carefully. “Are you really sure about tomorrow?”