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RAVEN

I lingerin the lobby for a few more moments until I notice a few men and women heading out.

Amongst them are Robert Walker and Ted Sloane.

I don’t want to cross paths with them, so I retreat to a quiet corner and watch them leave.

The last thing I want right now is to chat with these people, especially Theodore Sloane, so early in the morning.

Without wasting another moment, I dash to the elevator, ride it up, and dart to my room. I burst inside, about to have a meltdown.

Not because of them. But because of me. Because I can’t sleep. And I’m tired and wired up and prone to making mistakes.

If only I could find my stupid phone. I’m obsessed with it right now.

I toss my wallet and key card on the bed and fall to my knees before checking the space under the bed, the armchair, and behind the nightstand again.

My efforts render no results. After a few more seconds, I stop, sit on my butt, and think.

Everything fell off the bed when Kai pushed everything to the floor.

I move my eyes around, looking, and looking, when my shoes snag my attention.

They sit next to the wall, something new registering with me. A metallic frame, not overtly visible, although I’m sure I would’ve seen it before had it been there.

That’s strange.

I crawl on all fours and fish out my damn phone. I pick it up and look at it.

Nothing suspicious catches my eye. Maybe it’s been there all this time.

How could I not see it? I don’t understand. I turn it on. The battery is half full.

Okay. All right.

A long sigh leaves my chest.

I have to get out of this room for a while. I plug my phone into the charger, walk into the bathroom, shed my clothes, and pick up new ones.

I don’t have that many options. I have the turquoise dress from Francisco, which I’ll wear tonight, and a couple of dresses I purchased in New York.

They are fancy but not flashy and certainly not great for prancing around so early in the morning.

Who cares?

The other options are my sweatpants and my sweatshirt. Or my shorts and fitted cami.

The black dress it is. It’s not what I should wear. But, as I said before, who cares?

I shouldn’t go out either, but I need to unwind. And I don’t know how. Sure I could swim. Jog. Work out. Meditate. Lie in bed with my eyes shut and wait.

But I need more than that.

I could also take a bath. The kind of soothing bath I so much wanted. The one I wanted to experience with a glass of wine and lit candles next to me and the view of the bay in front of me.

It wouldn’t do anything for me right now.

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