Elena’s head snapped toward me, panic flashing across her features before she smoothed it over with her cool, professional mask. “One room?” she repeated to the clerk. “Are you sure there aren’t any other vacancies? A smaller room? A vacant staff quarters? Anything?”
“Regrettably, no, ma’am,” the clerk replied. “It’s the master suite, though. It is very spacious, with a king-sized bed, private hearth, and a full sitting area.”
“We’ll take it,” I stated, reaching into my wallet to slip him my card before Elena could protest further.
Elena remained dead silent as we rode the quiet wooden elevator up to the second floor. When I unlocked the door to the master suite, she headed inside first, her eyes immediately scanning the space. The room was gorgeous—a sweeping stone fireplace, heavy pin
