Faith's Pov
I pretended to be asleep and it wasn’t hard because of the darkness of the room
I heard the door open softly. Not a bang, not a swift entry, just a careful click and I was disgusted by the fact that he went there and he decided to come back here like it was nothing.
He didn't come to the bed though. He stopped right by the foot of the mattress, and I could feel the change in the air, like static electricity before a storm. I kept my eyes closed, focusing entirely on the feeling of him.
Astor sat down hard on the floor and he wrapped his arms tightly around his head, cradling it in his knees, and he started to rock. Slowly at first, then faster. It was the movement of a man trying to physically shake off something terrible, something that had burrowed deep inside his skull
