Chapter 8

• Nicholas felt utterly and completely dejected and, most importantly, a fool, a very big one at that. How could he let his guard so easily go and let the pure lust he felt towards Astra control his actions? That was the thing he never liked when it came to Astra, how she was in total control of his feelings without even trying. He could do the most stupidest and shittiest things when it came to her. What the fuck was he thinking, trying to coax her into his bed?
• "God, I am such a fool," he muttered to himself, hands folded behind his neck as he looked at the plain wall as though it was supposed to miraculously reply to his question.
• The cold wind blew as the trees swung from left to right. Everywhere was calm, and the lights were off. The creepy darkness haunted the streets and not a soul could be seen hovering around. Perhaps some living souls that meant business could be seen. In his large black coat with a muffler around his neck, he stood by the end of the road as he adjusted his big hat, which hid his face. He rested his back against the wall of the bakery by the corner, and the light emanating from the screen of his phone was the only bright thing at that hour. He placed his phone inside his coat pocket and walked straight to the figure at the other end of the road. The person he had been waiting for had just arrived. He hurried and looked from side to side even though no one was around. It was an ungodly hour. He approached his visitor, shook hands with him, and they pulled each other into a darker corner and were overshadowed by the darkness.