Billie.
We landed in Paris just as the sun was beginning to set. The drive to the hotel was quiet, and when we stepped into the suite, I stopped in the doorway, completely stunned.
It was breathtaking.
High ceilings, elegant cream and gold furnishings, a living area, and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a sweeping view of the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
Silas set his bag down and turned to me.
“I have to attend a meeting,” he said. “You can do whatever you want in the suite, but don’t leave.”
I nodded quickly. “I wasn’t planning to. The flight was tiring, and… honestly, I’m a little scared to go out anyway.”
I still have a strong fear that Brian might have owed someone a huge debt and placed me as collateral.
He gave me a small nod of approval and left.
I spent the aftern
