Chapter 48

LUNETH The ride to the hotel was quiet; it was almost as if we had been possessed by a silenced spirit after his compliment to me. I wanted to know a lot, but I was not going to allow him to say all of that in front of the driver and bodyguard. We get to the hotel and up to our room. Drexon had demanded a room change, and that was after I had convinced him that there was no need to change hotels. The person who was crafty enough to get into our room would be tenacious enough to find us in any other hotel in the city, and it was a waste of money, especially since we had paid for the entire trip up front. We step into the room and Drexon drops the bags onto the table. He had always shown that he was a gentleman every time we were together, and it makes me wonder if he was like that with Maljore or if this was because of me. I know it is not the question I am supposed to be asking, but I can't help but want to know. "You know we need to talk," I say, settling onto the couch. He opens the