The students were eventually dismissed and instructed to rest for the night.
The itinerary for the following morning was demanding; they would be expected to travel across the terrain of the province, document the regional topography, and compile a comprehensive field report on their findings.
It was standard academic protocol that everyone was supposed to follow.
Yet, despite the quiet that had settled over The Solitude Ridge Resort, Severine couldn't fall asleep.
Not even after Alina had caused an absolute ruckus in her suite—raiding the minibar, complaining about the bitter taste of the vodka, yet taking another shot, and tossing pillows around—before finally retreating to her own room across the hall in the middle of the night.
Severine wrapped her oversized cashmere sweater tighter around her shoulders and sat on the plush rattan chair by the floor-to-ceiling glass.
