Chapter Forty.
Dinah's POV
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Paris was beautiful… and cold.
The Eiffel Tower sparkled like it was mocking me from a distance, but I didn’t flinch.
My heels clicked across the marble floors of the Saint Germain hotel lobby. Camera flashes followed me through the glass doors like hunting dogs.
And when I got to the counter, the lady behind it handed me the room key that read "Suite 908 – Dinah Redwood & Lilah Redwood" in the clean print of Elyxion’s PR department.
I stared at it for too long.
"It’s temporary," Jayden muttered beside me, his jaw tight as he signed off with the receptionist. "I’m getting you your own suite."
"Don’t," I replied, my voice low. "Let's allow her to think she’s safe."
Jayden’s eyes flicked toward me, something hot and admiring hiding beneath the worry
