Chapter 152

#19

I take the stairs two at a time, heading straight for my suite. I don’t have time to change into something sensible, and honestly, a pair of pajamas will actually sell the lie I’m about to tell a lot more. So that’s what I throw on and go find Holt.

I find him near the top of the grand staircase. He’s the most stoic of the security rotation, a man who looks like he was carved out of a single block of granite and then taught how to say “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Miss Reid,” he says. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, Holt,” I say, forcing a hand to my forehead and squinting as if the ambient light of the hallway is a physical assault. “Or will be. I’ve got a migraine coming on that feels like a railroad spike through my left eye. I’m going to bed. I’ve already taken some medicine, so I’m going to be out for the count. Don’t let anyone wake me unless the house is actually on fire.”

He looks at me with the mild concern of a man who takes his job seriously a