Bleary, she blinked around the fully lit room, trying to find her bearings amid the heavy pounding noise. “Hey, girl, what’s going on in there?” Still breathing heavily, she wiped sweaty hair off her face, lowering the razor only when she’d checked all the corners of the seedy little room. He’s not here… “I don’t know what you’re doing,” the man from the other side of the door continued over his pounding, “but I don’t want no police here. You shut up that screaming.” She blinked the last of the sleep away, her mind clearing slowly. The man…must be the manager of this little hovel. Creepy bastard, but she figured she could handle him if he tried anything funny. She only meant to be here for a few hours anyway. After three days of running, she’d simply needed someplace to sleep. Someplace to get her bearings back. Someplace where she could figure out how to get back to Laurel… The only question she had was whether any place was safe. Asher had told her he could find her anywhere.
