*Ryan*
As the Duckling lifts off, I can’t help but steal a glance at Karolina, who’s adjusting her seatbelt with a furrowed brow. The way the sunlight dances in her hair makes my heart do backflips. “So,” I say, leaning into the moment, “what’s next? Should we fly to a tropical island? I hear they have excellent drinks and terrible Wi-Fi… perfect for a little R&R.”
Holly shoots me a playful glare. “As enticing as that sounds, Ryan, we have an impeding catastrophy to stop. We can’t just fly off to sip coconut water.”
“I wasn’t exactlt thinking of water,” I mumble, owing me a deadly glare. “Fine, fine,” I say, rolling my eyes. “But can’t we at least do somewhere fun? Like Vegas! I hear they have bright lights, and I could finally show off my card tricks.”
Sebastian, who’s at the control
