He didn’t sound particularly happy that Fallon was still with me, but told me to get a room and to keep her close until he and Nicholas showed up.After wandering through the late-night crowd for half an hour, checking to see if we’d been followed, Fallon and I got a room as Lysander had instructed. I thought it odd that he wanted us away from the crowd, hidden in a hotel room. It was after all, the reason we chose a casino. Being surrounded by people would keep the Acta Sanctorum, and Santino in particular, at bay, but I was sure Lysander had his reasons, and I too was eager to have a little peace and quiet.Fallon stretched her arms wide as we reached the room and let out a roaring yawn.“I saw that,” I teased. Her eyes looked tired and heavy. In the dim light of the hallway, the dark circles around them appeared like sagging bruises. “Why don’t you try to get a little rest. You look exhausted.”I opened the door and flicked on the light. The room came alive. Standard for most hotels on the Strip, it had two queen beds, a TV armoire, a dresser, and a small table with chairs.
