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Finally we approach the hotel, but Torin bypasses the main entrance with its curved driveway, manicured lawn, beautiful fountain, and colorful awning.
“Where are we going?” I ask, turning to Pax with a frown.
“There’s a second entrance for high-profile guests.”
And we qualify?
Though I suppose nothing should surprise me anymore.
The turnoff is not marked, and it’s clearly meant to be far away from the prying eyes of the public.
Torin brings the SUV to a smooth stop, and he and Mira swiftly exit the vehicle without waiting for a valet.
They move with precision as they scan the surroundings and open the back door on Pax’s side.
This whole event feels a little like theater, but after how close I came to being abducted, I appreciate the caution.
“This vehicle stays here,” Torin instructs the valet who approaches.
“The keys, sir?” the man asks.
“No.” His tone leaving no room for argument.
“If you have an issue, take it up with your manager,” Pax advises, slipping the man a twenty as he steps out of the vehicle.
“Of course, sir.”
After Pax also takes in our surroundings, he extends a hand to help me out.
Though he closes his hand around mine reassuringly, he doesn’t linger.
The back entrance looms ahead, a stark contrast to the bright, inviting facade that we drove past a couple of minutes ago.
Mira and Torin fall into step—one in front, one behind us—as we swiftly move through the back of the hotel.
As opposed to the pictures I’ve seen inScandaliciousof the lobby, the corridors here are narrow and utilitarian. But still, the floors are polished, reflecting the soft overhead lights.
Pax leads us to a service elevator and presses the call button.
None of the hotel staff has paid any attention to us. Maybe these kinds of arrivals are not as unusual as I imagine.
Finally the doors open with a soft chime, and we are whisked upward.
When we arrive, I feel as if I’ve stepped into another world.
The hallway is wide with beautiful carpeting. Elegant artwork is hanging everywhere, and ceilings are adorned with stunning light fixtures.
We come to a door with two men positioned on either side.
Pax and Link also arranged security for Nat?
After silently acknowledging the agents, he knocks and announces himself.
After what seems like an eternity, I hear the sound of the deadbolt turning.
The door opens slowly, and Natalie peeks through the small crack.
“Natalie.” Relief floods me as the door swings open, and I see she looks okay—exhausted, but with her signature mismatched earrings glinting in the light.