Nathan
"Where the f**k is the goddamn elevator?" I stab my finger into the button that's supposed to summon the elevator, but which has shown no sign of doing so for the last thirty seconds.
On my way over, I used the Davenport name to talk to the manager of the hotel, who confirmed to me that my fiancée was in the hotel. He also obtained the room number she’d gone into and messaged it to me. Apparently, the Davenport clout is good for something.
The elevator doors open, I stalk inside, turn, then bare my teeth at the couple who were about to enter. They freeze, then skitter back. I punch in the floor number where the room she went into is located, then drag my fingers through my hair as the elevator climbs the floors. It comes to a stop, and when the doors slide back, I rush out. Down
