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Chapter 10: The Message

Author: Papilora
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-04 17:18:56

The suite was too quiet.

Luxury always seemed to come with silence, the kind that pressed against your chest until you couldn’t tell if you were breathing too softly or thinking too loud.

I woke to it. The curtains were still drawn, blocking out the day. A thin slice of light bled through the edge of the drape, tracing a line across the carpet like a crack in armor.

For a moment, I didn’t move. The events of the last twenty-four hours hovered just outside my mind, waiting for me to look at them. When I did, they hit like a slap — Ethan, Vanessa, the headlines, the apartment, the black car.

And now this: a hotel room that didn’t belong to me.

I sat up slowly. The sheets were cold where Miles hadn’t been. He must’ve left early. On the bedside table sat a neat folder, a glass of water, and a note written in his sharp, efficient handwriting:

Breakfast is in the warmer. Lock the door. I’ll be back by noon. Don’t trust anyone who uses my name.

The last sentence made me pause. Don’t trust an
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