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On their trek to The Trader’s Mansion, he filled her in on the story Marshall had offered as an excuse for being absent from his life. Tess listened without interruption. He knew she had questions, but their arrival at her hotel delayed further conversation.
Sebastian stayed behind Tess as she approached the night clerk and asked for her key. In the slots behind him, the small man with black hair and eyes set too close together retrieved her key and slid it across the counter. Using his enhancements, Sebastian scanned the hallway and the other rooms on the way to hers. He tensed when he saw Tess pause outside her door.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I know I closed and locked it when I left this morning.”
He looked over her shoulder and saw the door was ajar. With a hand on her arm, he e
