Zane returned with the inhaler, but instead of taking Maura back to his room, he escorted her to a VIP suite within the Sterling Haven Hotel after she insisted she was too dizzy to walk on her own. Despite being in the room with her, Zane's gaze kept drifting to the door—then back to his ruined phone.
He needed to leave. He had to find a way to reach Damien and find out how their mission was progressing.
What could be holding her back? Was Selina safe? Zane's thoughts raced relentlessly as his gaze fell on the dark stone-beaded bracelet around his wrist. He had expected a signal by now—but none came.
A flicker of worry gnawed at him. He couldn't help but hope she wasn't being too proud to use what he had given her.
Across from him, Maura's resentful gaze lingered on his profile. She hated that look in his eyes—the one reserved only for Selina.
