Merrick stood outside the door, his face a mask of anxious tension.
The hotel reception desk came up blank for any record of Oriana or Killian checking in.
He told the staff that his wife was cheating on him and slipped them a bribe, convincing them to help him search room by room.
But after opening so many doors, none of the occupants matched the faces he sought.
The room before him was the last one on this floor.
As the door creaked open, his fury erupted, and he stormed inside.
Yet, as his eyes swept the room, all he saw was Killian standing by the window.
What on earth was going on? How could Oriana have vanished without a trace?
Or was it possible she never came here at all, and his mind was playing tricks on him?
Even the staff member squirmed with awkwardness, about to offe
