ALEXANDER
The words leave my mouth like a sentence. She’s hunting even now, and the weight of them settles over the room like smoke. The manager nods frantically and rushes to carry out my orders, already barking commands into his radio. Within moments, the hotel begins to shift. The noise of normalcy—the chatter, the hum of footsteps, the clink of glasses, is replaced by the sharp click of locks engaging, the thud of doors being sealed, the heavy tread of guards moving to their posts.
Seliora is caged.
Or at least, she should be.
The summit tonight has turned the entire building into a hive. Workers in crisp uniforms move through hallways carrying trays, documents, bottles of wine. Guards in black patrol, radios crackling. The very chaos that should have made it harder for her to hide
