Astrid put her bag down and paced the room. Was she going to be stuck in here for the foreseeable future? She tried the windows and they were locked. The door the Alpha's room was locked. Luke had locked the door out of her room. She was a prisoner. Well, she'd wanted a shower and an outlet to charge her phone. She'd take advantage of that. She plugged her phone in and went into the bathroom. It was stocked with towels, soaps, shampoo and other hair products.
The shower was the best thing she'd felt in a long time. Finnick must've been appalled at the state of her. She probably smelled, her hair was greasy, she was dirty.
“We don't care about that, do we though?” Ayna said in a huff.
“No. I don't care. It's just a thought. Get out of my thoughts.”
“Sorry, sometimes you just think so
