Celina pushed herself away from the bathroom door and placed her trembling hands on the cold marble counter. The reflection in the mirror stared back at her—eyes brimming with tears, lips quivering, makeup smudging at the edges. She took a deep breath, trying to reclaim control over herself. She was alone—or at least, she thought she was. She needed that moment.

Suddenly, the handle turned, and Thor walked into the women’s bathroom. He closed the door behind him with a sharp click and locked it