Chapter 16

Astrid’s POV

The noise of the party drowned out my own voice. My head spun, my body unsteady, and the phone felt slippery in my hand.

“Rhett–” I shouted into the speaker, trying to compete with the pounding music rattling the walls. “I’m–I’m at–”

But my words tangled with static. His voice came back rough. “Astrid? Say it again. I can’t hear you–damn it, where are you?”

The sound glitched and my stomach twisted. I stumbled through the crowd, ...