SLOANE
When Adrian told me to pack up, I thought I’d misheard him.
“Pack up?” I repeated, standing in the middle of the suite with my jacket halfway on. “Like… pack up-pack up?”
“Yes,” he said.
His voice was calm, but his face wasn’t. His jaw was tight. His eyes were distant, focused on something far beyond the room we were standing in.
“We’re leaving Lapland,” he added.
The words hit me hard.
Leaving.
“But—we still have another day,” I said. My voice came out smaller than I wanted. “You said two days.”
“I know.”
I waited for more. An explanation. A smile. Something that said this wasn’t real.
Nothing came.
“I have something urgent to handle at the pack,” he continued. “And I need to settle something with Jeremy.”
That was it.
No apology. No softness.
I stared at him, my che
