Stolen Powers

Astrid POV

Sweat begins to pour down my face making my hair stick to my face. I'm always a nervous wreck whenever I am in the presence of my father. Cohen is beside me his face calm and poised holding so much confidence. In this moment I wish I were him, I've always struggled standing up to my father.

We finally reach the doors of an office my father waiting on the other side. I place my hand on the gold doorknob but before I can even open it Cohen stops me. "Its okay if you don't want me to come in with you but if you need me I'll be out here waiting for you" he gently pushes a lock of my hair back.

"I'll be fine besides he is my father... nothing to worry about" I conclude before opening the door. I find my father sitting on a brown sofa his loyal guards standing beside him. "Oh look my daughter has finally decided to show up" my father sneers.