Thor led Celina into a more private room, somewhere no one would interrupt them. Without letting go of her hand, he closed the door behind them and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Celina kept her gaze down, withdrawn, as if trying to hide the storm raging inside her.

“What’s going on, Celina?” Thor asked, his voice low, steady, but weighted with concern.

“Nothing,” she said too quickly, forcing a smile. “I’m just tired. Let’s go back to the hotel.”

Thor folded his arms, his eyes locking