Chapter 34Like a living shadow, Rashmi crept along the wall, not setting foot beyond the darkness that the dim light threw across every wall. His gaze never left the woman pacing back and forth like a panther. Ariadne might not look the immaculate beauty of the hotel, but she was certainly no less deadly, even out of her comfort zone.
Before he could take another step, the doors to his left opened, and for a moment, Mirza was silhouetted in the doorway before he slid into the room. Pressing even more tightly into his niche, Rashmi watched and listened, hand on the hilt of his dagger ready to act if necessary.
“Ariadne.” Mirza glanced around. “Your message surprised me. I thought you were a prisoner.”
“I was.” Ariadne’s tone was as waspish as her expression. She continued to move, shovin
