The bottom was white, the pattern a twist on traditional paisley in navy and turquoise with gold accents. It put my simple black one-piece suit to shame. I snatched the enormous beach towel off my bed and wrapped it around my waist. I offered to carry one down for her, but she declined. She cocked her hip and struck a pose. “I can’t cover all this up.” “I figured you’d say that.” I shouldered an oversized straw bag, my cell, a book on types of blood-drinking fae—a threat realer than any vampire—and other necessities. Shaking her head at me, she asked, “Ready to go?” “Yep.” A good marshal was always prepared. “Where’s this surprise you’ve been promising?” She curled her finger at me. “Right this way.” We left our room, but instead of hopping on the elevator, she led me down the hall to a large set of picture windows overlooking the right side of the hotel. She yanked the gauzy curtains aside with a grand flourish then waited for me to step up and check out the view.
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