Patrick’s smirk was the only thing keeping me upright. My knees threatened to buckle beneath the weight of what we’d just uncovered, but his smug expression ignited a flame of anger strong enough to keep me standing.
“What are you doing here, Patrick?” Jack’s voice was low, almost calm, but I could feel the tension radiating off him.
Patrick’s eyes flicked to Jack, the smirk widening. “I could ask you the same thing, Jack. Snooping around an island you have no business on? Tsk, tsk.”
Jack stepped forward, his movements deliberate and unyielding. “You’re the one who fled here in the middle of the night with that suitcase. Care to explain why?”
Patrick let out a laugh, casual and careless like we were all old friends sharing a joke. “Oh, Jack, you’ve always been so dramatic. It’s
