o a halt. The doors slid open to the cool,

assistant, was pacing near a black SUV.

on the floor of the elevator, leaning heavily agains

he front of her wrinkled trench coat, taking a deep, slow b

her bored, slightly an

ng spell," Sera drawled, wavin

onfusion. "Are you... are you a

know basic first aid from a mandatory high school health class. H

ant, ridiculous lie. He remembered the precise, bone-rattling force of her compressions. He remembered the cl

her. He allowed Arthur to hook an arm under his shoulder a

. He held Sera's gaze for a long, heavy second. It was a sile

walked toward the staff qu

light blinked on the main camera set up in the hote

eam, expecting to see the celebrity gue

actical tracksuit, her hair pulled back into a tight, severe ponytail. She

immediately exploded

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elevator, her boots clicking sharply against the marble floor.

irectly outside Suite 501. It was the room b

er keycard against the lock and shoved the door

luxury down duvets, wearing a pink

She blew a piercing, deafening blast that s

tangling her legs in the heavy blankets, and rolled straight of

replaced by a mix of shock, outrage from Fifi's hardcor

r blonde hair was a bird's nest. S

with you? !" Fifi scre

her metal clipboard with a pen. "Wake-up

uty sleep!" Fifi whined, crossing her arms

fted, becoming heavy and oppressive. She stared

ated, her voice dropping to a terrifyingly calm register. "You have exactly ten mi

nd saw absolute, genuine menace. Terrified, she sc

e face. He realized right then that this manage

ered a chillingly polite smile. "O

, her eyes locking onto the door