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, desperately searching for somewhere quieter. The smell of alcohol, smoke, and sweat pressed in on me until I wanted to scream.
My shaky hands shoved a door open, and I tumbled into what looked like a restroom. Relief came in the form of silence until I realized I wasn’t alone.
A guy leaned lazily against the sink, a cigarette dangling
