Betty’s POV

That same night, our flight back home left Norway. We didn’t return to the villa, everything was rushed, like the trip had ended before I could even process it. One moment I was stepping into the hangar, the next everything blurred together.

By the time I opened my eyes again, it was already Monday morning.

My head felt heavy, like I had been dragged through sleep instead of resting in it. The first thing that hit me was the scent, the addictive citrus scent. It clung to the ...