Chapter Seven
A Human amongst MoiraiRob knocked firmly on the door to Peter's room for what was easily the third time. Each strike sounding more impatient than the last. When he crouched to begin his assessment of the locking mechanisms, Stacy continued to knock. The speed increasing with the urgency she felt rising within her.
The innkeeper had advised them that the gentleman had paid in advance, left explicit instructions not to be disturbed, and had not left his room at all since his arrival. Stacy glared down at Rob as the lock clicked, allowing him to turn the handle and enter.
“Would you prefer we attempted to convince the innkeeper to go against a paid client's wishes?” he hissed seeing the look of disapproval.
“I suppose it's a good job he didn't bolt it,” she grumbled steppin
