CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
The GoldSpring hadn’t changed. Ivy worked there when she met Dax. Not all that long ago in real terms. They’d both changed and been through so much together that it seemed like a lifetime ago.
It was difficult to be there again because it was also the place Trystan had assaulted her. But that was part of the reason that Trystan was happy to keep coming there and spending his father’s money. In that hotel, the staff would let him get away with anything as long as he kept coming back to splurge.
Dax parked in the private parking garage, took her out of the car and up in the elevator to the floor of Trystan’s suite. With gold carpeting and gleaming white walls, the sweet smell of vanilla flowed down the hallway when the elevator doors opened. It was pumped in, the hous
