SLOANE
First it was the insane library shoved behind a wall, with a glass ceiling, and books arranged from ceiling to floor segments. And now, I was getting whisked in a private jet to Finland.
Adrian Navarro. He had this whole thing planned, he seemed so peaceful in his sleep, it makes me want to question his sanity, and mine too. How was he so peacefully distorting my entire life?
I watched him closely. “You’re not sleeping, are you?”
No response.
I continued anyway. I wasn’t about to let go easily. “I’m pretty sure there was no clause in the contract that states that you take me anywhere you wish at any time,” I said in one rushed breath.
Adrian stilled, like I didn’t just speak. “I don’t know if you get jet lagged,” he paused, his eyes still closed. “Take off your jacket. T
