Robin and I walk into the hotel. People glance at us, confused or anxious looks on their faces. Nervously, I adjust the still wet leather jacket. Robin confidently strolls up to the counter.
“One room please, top floor,” he orders charismatically. The person behind the desk eyes widen as he looks at him.
“Oh! Mr. Bonavin, I- of course, here you go!” He quickly hands him a key ring, two keys hanging from it.
“That was easy,” I mumble as we walk into the elevator.
“Some of my people own this hotel brand. As per usual the Royal family has special benefits, in this case a free room at any time.”
“I’m still not sure I feel comfortable coming here, someone could have easily seen us.”
“True, but it will be safe for the time being, and besides you now have the ful
