Third person
The hotel room where Scarlet had been staying was plenty comfortable. Luxurious, even. A sprawling suite with a spacious bedroom, a well-stocked kitchenette, a cozy sitting room with a big-screen TV, and a large bathroom with both a spa shower and a soaker tub.
But she was about to crawl the walls, out of her mind with boredom. It had been days since she had seen or spoken to anyone.
And Donovan had forbade her from leaving the room on her own. She wasn’t tempted to disobey this instruction, knowing how quickly Alexander was apt to find her if she provided any clue as to her whereabouts. And then her vampire comrade had abruptly stopped visiting her, too, with no word about when he would be back next. Or when she would finally be meeting with his boss to discuss the seco
