Finn’s POV

I walked into my office, eager for a moment of solitude to collect my thoughts. The events of the day were already enough to make my head spin—Rose’s suggestion to bring Bianca along to the event planner and the strange phone found by the gate. I needed a moment to sort it all out in my mind.

But I’d barely had time to sit down when the door opened, and Bianca slipped inside, her eyes locked on me with a determined glint.

“Bianca,” I said, exasperated, “I need to concentrate. I don’t have time for interruptions right now. Can you please leave?”

But she didn’t seem the least...