AOT 27 - Audrey’s pov
I didn’t even have time to drop the phone before I saw them—not just Dante, but a man in a sharp hotel blazer standing awkwardly behind him, a silver master key glinting in his hand.
“Mr. Combs, I really must insist—” the manager started, but his voice faded the moment his eyes landed on me.
I lunged for the bed immediately, dragging the heavy duvet over my body so fast I nearly strangled myself with it. My heart was slamming against my ribs, and my phone—the glowing evidence of my life with Matteo—was shoved deep under the pillow.
“Get out,” Dante barked at the manager. “Now.”
The door clicked shut as the man scurried out of the suite, leaving us in silence. I stared at the ceiling, my breath coming in jagged, shallow hitches.
“You weren’t answering,” Dante sai
