MORRISON
I stood there, arms folded across my chest, and brows pulled together, creating vertical lines between them.
Quinn didn’t look at me; that alone triggered adrenaline to pulse through my veins, turning my vision red at all the edges.
She moved to the other side of the window, avoiding my gaze. I had seen fear before, and I knew how it looked and smelled.
But her reaction didn’t depict fear; it was her shutting me out. And I didn’t like it a bit.
Denial would have been cleaner than challenging, but she chose the latter.
My jaw clenched so tightly, my tooth ached. “Stay here,” I said.
She didn’t respond or turn until the door opened, and I left.
I checked my wrist watch, 5:02 AM, and the hallway was too quiet. Hotels like this never slept. There was always movement—staff, se
