Chapter Forty-Two.

Jordan's P O V

I am soo...... Urghh!

No matter the number of times anyone tries to convince me all of this wasn't my fault, I'm never believing any of it.

It totally is my fault!

I seriously don't remember being this terrified in my entire life.

I had no tangible reason for taking the stairs at the hotel asides the voice of the little explorer in me urging me to go see what's up there by myself since he was busy talking to some Guy.

And like a loose sheep without a Shepherd, I swayed along to the voice in my head and climbed up the stairs waving at the every random person I met on my way up and imagining myself in one of those bright yellow helmets a number of them had on.

I reached the top and particularly got interested by the vast spacious area that looked big enough to hold a ball for an entire kingdom and I more than anything wanted to sway carefreely across the shiny marble tied floor and pretend I was a princess dancing with my prince but the ringing of my cellphone interrupt