ADRIAN
I spent the night in the small space that passed for an office in the apartment.
The desk was neat. Too neat. Papers stacked. Laptop open. Phone face down. Everything was in order, except my head.
I had pack issues to deal with. Business matters. Alliance updates. Security logs. Reports that needed my signature. Messages waiting for replies.
I stared at the screen and saw none of it.
My mind kept drifting.
Back to her.
Sloane’s face surfaced without effort. The way her brows drew together when she was thinking. The way she tilted her head when she was trying not to react. The quiet strength she carried without knowing it. The anticipation, and sheer joy on her face as she gazed at the northern light, was the highlight of it.
And for some reason, I had a guts feeling I was g
