Chapter 48

Ophelia POV

Exhilarating yet dangerous. That’s how I would describe Astrid. There’s something about her that I can’t seem to get enough of. She’s like a drug, and once I get a hit of her, I want more and more.

I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I feel like a junkie when I’m not around her, starved of her passion and affection.

Maybe the attraction is that we’re both kindred spirits. And, like me, I’m certain that she’s running away from something. I know the type—refuses to stay in one place for too long, not keen on making lasting connections, and falling in love is out of the question.

She’s exactly like me.

Funny, she knows so much about me, but she’s like a closed book. Whenever I ask about her past or her family, she brushes me off and changes the subject. It’s as if she’s scared to open up to me.

I’m even surprised she invited me along on this business trip of hers. Now, sitting here alone at the pool with a now-warm cocktail in my hand, I’m starting to wonder why she asked m