Chapter 68

I bolt upright in bed, a scream lodged in my throat, my heart slamming against my ribcage. My eyes dart around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, and my blood turns to ice in my veins. The generic, impersonal decor of a hotel room greets me, confirming my worst fears. Hot tears sting my eyes, blurring my vision as I drop my head into my hands, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

But then, through the haze of panic, I notice something that gives me pause. My dress...it hasn’t changed. With trembling hands, I throw back the covers and examine myself more closely. Sure enough, I’m still wearing the same gown from last night, the fabric rumpled but intact. Did Collins have a sudden change of heart? The thought seems too good to be true, but a flicker of hope sparks in my chest.

The sound of the door opening shatters the brief illusion of safety, and my head whips toward the noise, my heart leaping into my throat.

“You’re finally awake,” Collins drawls, saun