THIRTY
Bloody hell. She might be a crazed fangirl, but that didn't mean she didn't deserve help. Xan didn't doubt the girl's story for a minute, though she'd filled in the gaps with her own assumptions. Between the reddened eyes, shaky legs that barely held the girl's slight weight, and dust-caked clothes, she'd travelled a long way through trying conditions to get here. How that dickhead could inspire such devotion, she had no idea. Poor, pitiful... What was her name again? Fong?
Xan offered the girl her hand and helped her to her feet.
"The resort's this way. I'll speak to Reception and arrange a room for you."
The girl's gaze dropped to her shoes. "It's all right. I can't...I don't...it doesn't matter." She swallowed. "Can I just see Jason?" There was a quiet desperation in her ton
