Chapter 67 His Claim, Her Gamble

• Astrid turned to look at Andrew, who was seated in a cloud of smoke, clothed in black, facing the other end of the room. He was puffing on his cigarette, the cigarette glowing like a tiny firefly in the dim light. “Andrew?” Astrid called out calmly.
• Andrew paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to place the voice. Could it be Astrid? he asked himself, a spark of curiosity igniting within him. But he pushed the thought away, dismissing it as impossible. Why would she be here of all places?
• “Andrew Thompson?” she called again, her voice a little louder this time, a little more insistent.