40
Demetrius
Later, half asleep, Demetrius heard the soft click of an opening door. He grasped the gun under his pillow just in case it wasn’t Amara.
She quietly closed the door, tiptoed to the bathroom and shut the door. She switched on a light which filtered beneath the door. Minutes later, she silently crawled into bed.
“You were gone long,” Demetrius said.
She rolled over, facing him. “A couple of hours. I needed time to think.”
“Where did you go?”
“Nowhere really. I just walked, came back to the hotel when I got cold.”
“Isn’t that dangerous, a woman alone?”
“You have a lot of nerve, telling me what’s dangerous!”
“You sound angry.”
“I’m lots of things, Demetrius. I don’t understand. Outside of being well off and a little pampered, I thought my life was fairly typical. My mar
