Chapter 21

“Bang—” The door slammed open with a bang. The sharp tip of the needle, just inches from Claire’ thigh, froze midair. Everyone in the room freaked out, eyes flying to the doorway. They tried to bolt, but didn’t get far before being tackled by security in black. They were dragged out like trash, screaming and howling, a few of them having lost their towels and crawling around naked. It was disgusting. The whole bust went down in seconds. Nobody dared to look toward the bed. A female housekeeping supervisor who’d come in with the team rushed to toss a robe over Claire's exposed body, undid her bindings, gave her a quick once-over, then stepped out to report. Outside, Julian’s face was cold as ice. “How is she?” “She’s physically okay. Luckily we got here in time,” the woman said, still shaken. “But… her mental state’s a mess. She seems completely out of it.” Julian walked into the room. It was dead silent. Claire lay curled up in his suit jacket, her long hair scattered across the bed in