Callie’s POV
The neon sign of The Grand Hotel buzzed through the thick mist, casting a harsh pink glow over the wet asphalt.
I pulled into the parking lot, my heart hammering against my ribs. The throbbing ache in my temples had turned into a full-scale storm, every nerve ending under my skin tingling with erratic, high-voltage static.
I checked my reflection in the rearview mirror. I looked exhausted—hair tangled from the mountain wind, cheeks pale, eyes wide and raw. Not exactly a romantic surprise, I thought, running a trembling hand over my clothes. But I didn’t care about looking perfect. I just needed to see Liam. I needed his safe, familiar arms to ground me before I completely lost my mind.
I walked into the lobby, the warm air smelling faintly of industrial carpet cleaner and
