*Nina*
I step out of the elevator, a big hat perched atop my head and oversized sunglasses shielding my eyes. As I walk through the lobby alone, it feels as though no one notices me. It helps that the press and the paparazzi are all fixated on the glitzy events happening nearby; they expect us to be at some premiere or lavish party, not here.
A man with a cap and a bushy beard rises from a chair and follows me out of the hotel. Outside, I veer down a narrow alley, my heart racing as I quickly navigate some worn steps leading to the tranquil canals.
The man catches up with me, and I loop my arm through his. Had I not known better, I would hardly have recognized Elijah in his clever disguise.
We turn down another alley, and Elijah stops, leaning against the wall as he pulls me closer. My
