Chapter 10.
Could My Life Get Even Worse?
Elara Winterfell.
It was late in the evening when we got to the hotel. The car was freezing cold from the AC, plus the light material I wore made it even worse. The drive was silent as the men in front focused on whatever it was that they were doing.
“We are here.” One of the bulky men said gruffly before opening the side of his door.
My eyes widened when I realized where we were. This was the biggest subsidiary of the Nightshade Hotels, and the price of staying a night was close to a million dollars. Why did Rowan want me here? To get into even more debt? I was pulled away from my thoughts when my door opened.
“This way, miss.” The man kept a straight face, leading me out of the car and into the underground elevator.
“Um…" I swallowed, tryi
