Empty.
That’s what the hallway is when we open the door, provoking my heart to hammer in my chest.
Who the hell pounded on the door so aggressively?
Colt quickly pulls me back into the room, and locks the door.
"Don't worry," he says. "Someone probably mistook our room for theirs. It happens sometimes."
That’s possible, but it’s also possible that it’s really us whoever that someone is after.
Vincent?
But, how would he know we’re here? Am I being stalked?
I consider telling Colt about the letter, but I don't want to worry him.
“As much as I want to spend the night with you here, I think we should go home. I just... I don't feel right,” I say.
Colt looks disappointed, but there’s a flicker of understanding in his gaze. "Alright, if that's what you want. The necklace is what I
