Eden's POV:
Paige tells me we're officially on the run again...
For the last three days, Paige and I have holed ourselves in my hotel room, a sanctuary that feels more like a prison than a haven. The curtains are drawn tightly, blocking all natural light and casting the room into a gloomy twilight. Each window is sealed shut, preventing even a faint breeze from slipping in. The door is like a fortress, locked and barricaded with heavy furniture to provide extra security.
We only dare to crack it open when we order room service; even then, it’s a meticulous process. Paige conducts her safety check obsessively, scanning our surroundings at least five hundred times, peering through the windows as if expecting an invasion. She’s adamant about keeping us isolated; she’s turned down every a
