Cold air rushed in first, sharp and brutal, followed immediately by Carrie and two men flanking her. I straightened in surprise and the sandwiches slipped from my hands, hitting the floor with dull thuds.
"My, Henrik," she said pleasantly as she stepped inside, brushing snow off her long coat like this was a casual visit. "You were hard to follow in this weather, I won't lie."
"Carrie," I said, my jaw tightening. "What are you doing here?"
"I know you went to Anotta," she replied, her tone light. "Come on. Let's talk somewhere more private."
Before I could finish whatever I was about to say, one of the men grabbed my arm hard and hauled me toward the door. They didn't give me time to react. We were outside in seconds.
They were all dressed for the cold, coats zipped, gloves on. I wasn't. The wind cut into me immediately, the storm still raging hard enough to make my skin burn.
"F-fuck," I muttered through chattering teeth. "What are you doing?"
