Elowen's POV
The city lights started appearing on either side of the road, soft and amber in the wet dark, and a few minutes later he pulled off the main road and into the curved driveway of a hotel on the edge of Moonhollow.
I looked at it through the windshield. Upper floors, warm light in the windows, the kind of place that had a doorman and didn’t need a sign to tell you it was expensive.
He cut the engine.
I sat there with my shoes still wet and his coat still around my shoulders and the condition still sitting in my chest where his words had, minutes ago.
No clothes. Until I say otherwise.
I watched him through the glass. He was at the front desk, talking to someone, and he looked exactly like a man who had planned this and not at all like a man who had walked out of his own en
