Chapter 8“Why did you bring me to a fancy hotel? We could have just stayed at the—”
Darce looked over his shoulder at me, frowning. The sun had already begun to disappear as we left the apartment, and I had heard him mumble under his breath about taking too long. I probably should have felt bad – but it was hard to feel anything at all. I ignored him on the ride over, resigned to sit in awkward silence forever. Then he pulled up to the front of a very large and very bright hotel. I was shocked. I had never stayed in such a rich place.
The outside was alarming. The designer was obviously inspired by the art deco, which translated to the inside. The ceiling was high, arched with a beautiful stained-glass skylight. The walls and the floor, marble, sparkled with flecks of silver, gold and na
