I kept my hand on the hotel door handle longer than I probably should have. My heart was hammering, and every instinct screamed at me not to do this, but Cecilia had insisted. “It’s important,” she’d said, all sweetness and concern, and for some reason, that was enough to make me step inside.The bar was dim, warm, filled with the low hum of conversation. I perched on a high stool and ordered a glass of wine, trying to act calm, trying to tell myself I could handle whatever she had planned. But when a couple of suited men came toward me with smirks that made my skin crawl, my confidence faltered. I shook my head and they backed off, murmuring something to each other. I swallowed, tried to steady my hands, and sipped the wine.But almost immediately, heat washed over me, dizzying, suffocating. The wine barely touched my nerves before the room spun, my head swimming, my stomach twisting. I pressed my hand against the bar to steady myself, blinking rapidly.A
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