NORA
The knock comes again, and I glance down at Marcellus. He's still asleep against my chest. My thoughts stray as I wonder just how long he'd been living in hell.
The knock returns again, louder.
"Coming!" I hiss.
Quickly locking his phone, I place it back on the nightstand exactly where I found it. My hands are shaking. I carefully slide out from under him, and Marcellus makes a low sound of protest, reaching for me in his sleep.
Shit!
"Don't start," I mutter.
I grab a pillow and gently tuck it into my place. His arm wraps around it instantly.
The i***t.
I hurry across the suite and yank open the door. Standing outside is a woman wearing a production badge and a headset.
She smiles brightly.
"Mrs. Gregory! Sorry to bother you. We just wanted to remind all contestants about t
