There's a sensation in this world that hits hard—the choking grip of drowning, lungs burning for air.
That's precisely how Mia felt now, the ache in her chest making every breath a struggle.
Thankfully, she knew how to steady herself.
A few deep inhales, slow and deliberate, and her breathing eased back to normal.
Carson watched, concern creasing his brow. "You okay, ma'am?"
She exhaled one last time, shaking her head. "I'm fine... It's late. You all should get some rest."
He didn't seem convinced, glancing at the door. "Let me get that for you."
She knew if she didn't head inside, he'd tail her all night.
So she nodded.
Relief softened his features as he swiped the keycard, opening the room.
She stepped in.
Ever thoughtful, he closed the door behind her with a gentle click.
...
William wasn't asleep. He sat at the room's desk, poring over a document in quiet focus.
He'd traded his earlier attire for a sleek black velvet robe.
