Amelia POV
I didn’t dare speak in the hotel, as if he might hear me. Even breathing suddenly felt too loud. “What do we do?” I finally dared to whisper.
“Don’t worry,” she replied, throwing my bag at me. I’d finally thrown on some jeans and a shirt, and caught it one handed, slinging it over my shoulder. “This is all part of my plan- and we’ve got maybe ten hours on him, at least, I figure. I rented this place through the night, so he won’t be expecting me to leave.” She left her phone on the nightstand, and we left. “So, he’ll think we’re here, and if he finds us gone, he’ll think we’re bee-lining for your precious mate.”
“We aren’t?” I asked, a little disappointed.
“‘Course not,” Birdie said, scoffing. “What direction did you point Rhyner in?”
“Northeast,” I replied, easily.
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