After leaving the poolside, Raya went straight back to her assigned room to change.
The damp fabric of her clothes clung uncomfortably to her skin, cold, sticky, and heavy, but that wasn't what truly bothered her.
Her thoughts were far louder.
They refused to stop spinning, replaying every moment like a relentless loop: Adrian lying motionless on that bed, Derek's grim warning, Grigor's calm but piercing words by the pool… and most of all, Adrian's face when he had woken up, that familiar, arrogant smirk that had shattered her carefully built defenses in an instant.
Then she frowned.
Her luggage.
It was still in Adrian's room.
For a brief second, hesitation gripped her. She didn't want to go back there. She didn't want to face him again so soon.
But then her expression hardened with quiet resolve.
Fine....
She would just go in, grab her things, and leave.
No talking.
No staying.
No showing of emotions.
