3rd P.O.V.

Beatrix felt a knot form in her stomach as she watched Charis walk away with the group of men. She knew she had to talk to her friend, but she also didn't want to make a scene in front of the strangers.

Taking a deep breath, she approached Charis once the men had disappeared from sight. "Charis, can we talk?"

Charis stopped in her tracks and turned to face Beatrix. "What do you want to talk about?"

Beatrix hesitated, unsure of how to broach the subject. "I just wanted to check in on you. Are you okay?"

Charis rolled her eyes again. "Of course, I'm okay. Why wouldn't...