The room was a mess-half-packed clothes strewn across my bed, a mountain of chargers and books beside my suitcase. I was zipping it all up when Saavan barged in, not bothering to knock. His tall frame filled the doorway, eyes narrowed as he took in the scene like a commander about to lecture a soldier.

"Seheri, seriously? You're going through with this?" His voice held that familiar mix of frustration and concern.