ASTRID'S POV.

Once back in the room, I made my way to the bathroom. The soft light of the morning filtering through the frosted window did little to ease my nerves.

I removed my clothes and stepped into the shower, hoping the hot water might help clear my foggy thoughts.

As the water cascaded over me, I tried to focus on the soothing sensations, but my mind remained clouded with worry.

I kept replaying the events of the previous night, his anger, and the unspoken ...