Salome’s POV
"You should stay away from the water for now," I said.
Rita didn't stumble. She didn't weave or trip over her own feet. She walked in a perfectly straight line toward the center of the hotel room. Her heels hit the floor with a steady, rhythmic click. She looked in the mirror and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear with a steady hand. She was stone cold sober. The act she had put on at the party was gone.
"I am going to take a shower," Rita said.
She didn't look at me. Her voice was flat. I felt a surge of annoyance. I had spent the last hour worrying about her safety while she was playing a game.
"You had a lot to drink," I told her. I tried to keep my voice calm and professional. "Taking a hot shower while you are tipsy is dangerous. Sit down. I will call for s
