|| Abbie ||We finally touched down in Reykjavík, Iceland, the wheels hitting the tarmac with a reassuring thud after the ordeal in the sky. Once the jet was stable, the cabin felt unnervingly still, the only sound being our ragged breathing. Later, the pilot called it clear-air turbulence—an invisible wall of wind we never saw coming—but Cale wasn’t taking any chances. He immediately ordered a full diagnostic and a proper safety check when we landed, noting that since the jet hadn’t been used in months, he wanted to ensure every bolt was tightened before we dared to fly back home.Right at the airport, the biting northern wind hit us. Cale took one look at my shivering frame and stopped at a high-end boutique in the terminal, buying us heavy, charcoal-wool trench coats lined with shearling. It wasn’t an understatement; the city was bone-chillingly cold, the air smelling of salt and distant glaciers.As we arrived at the luxury hotel nestled in the heart of the city, the real proble
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-01-08 Baca selengkapnya