The Grand Meridian Hotel was one of Manhattan’s best-kept secrets : discreet, opulent, and far enough from the Langford Tower that Elowen could breathe without feeling Victor’s shadow suffocating her. She checked in under the false name “Elena Voss,” using cash from her emergency account. The front desk clerk didn’t bat an eye at her disheveled appearance or the oversized sunglasses hiding her red-rimmed eyes.
Once inside the elegant suite on the twenty-second floor, Elowen collapsed onto the king-sized bed, still wearing the same black dress from the night before. The fabric carried the faint scent of Draven : sandalwood, s*x, and sin. Her body betrayed her with another throb of soreness between her thighs, a vivid reminder of how many times he had stretched and filled her.
She curled i
