“I’m so sick of this,” Slaine hissed as he dragged his feet up the gravel and to the hotel. “If we don’t find this fucker in the next two days, I am going to snap his legs when we do find him.” Sion cleared his throat as they walked through the revolving doors. “Is he always this violent?” Slaine scowled at his comment but ignored it, as he was more curious about why there were so many people at a hotel at 3 pm on a random Wednesday. They were all in formal wear, large groups scattered around talking to one another, many of them with suitcases. Ah, f**k. They waited in the queue at the reception, and when it was their turn, the woman stared at all three of them. Slaine scowled and was about to snap something, but Chaos placed their hand on his lower back and took a step forward. “Hello,

