Kayden's POV
I held his gaze, my expression giving nothing away. Slowly, I raised my hand and pointed down the hallway, in the opposite direction of the suite where I'd hidden her.
He got the hint. His smile was tight, strained. "Ah, I see. Thank you. I'll… I'll have my people sweep that area." He pulled out his phone, already dialing, muttering about "calling in a favor" and "finding the confused girl." He touched his bleeding cheek. "I should get this looked at. Werewolf claws are no joke."
I just watched him, a silent statue, until he turned and hurried away, his footsteps echoing with false purpose. The moment he was out of sight, the hotel staff reappeared, a medic in tow, their arms full of soft, new clothing. I gestured for them to go into the room.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, a persistent buzz. I pulled it out. Keith. The meeting. I'd completely forgotten.
