When Mark arrived at Callie’s room, he knocked lightly on the VIP suite door, expecting Callie to open it. Instead, silence greeted him, which made him worry. Mark knocked again with the same result. His chest tightened as he hurriedly pulled his master key card from his wallet. Mark unlocked the suite door and quietly opened it. He chuckled with relief at what he saw.
Callie was sound asleep on the bed, curled up on her side, facing the door. The only part of her he could see poking out from under the blanket she was wrapped in was her head. Callie was wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled up to cover her hair, only revealing her face. Against the black, her fair skin looked even more pale than usual.
Mark smiled and watched her sleep for a moment before he disturbed her. Callie
