Chapter Eleven.
I WAITED IN THE FOYER for a while, drinking the last of the wine, when I saw Natalie strangely waving her hands in the air, and I could swear I felt a spark of magic in the room.
But that wasn’t possible, for several reasons. Number one, for me to even suggest I felt magic in the air sounded like some sort of lame love story. And Number 2, magic wasn’t real. So whatever Natalie was doing, surely it could easily be explained.
She disappeared into the door behind the reception desk, and I wasn’t sure why I thought it was a good idea to follow her into the inner workings of the hotel, but I did.
I crept across the marble foyer, empty, as it always was. It had to be the quietest hotel I’d ever come across, and the least staffed. The only three people I’d met so far were Nat
