When she’d heard the room would cost over one-hundred a night, she’d almost told Crash and Burn to forget it. She hadn’t realized how expensive a hotel would be. The ones she’d stayed at before had been cheap, and from what she’d gathered, this wasn’t even the most expensive hotel in the area. They’d promised her a nice place, and they’d delivered, but she couldn’t begin to imagine how fancy the more expensive hotels must be. They’d booked the room for a week and Willow felt guilty that it was costing them so much, but they hadn’t batted an eye and had dropped cash on the counter to pay for the room, and then had given the hotel clerk a card to have on file for any extra fees. She’d seen huge wads of cash hanging around the Black Daggers, but she’d never had it spent on her before. Willow set her bag down on the dresser and moved around the room, really more of a suite. The bedroom was separate from the living area and the bathroom was completely enclosed—no sink and counter in the main room.
