Hertha furrowed her brows, deep in thought. Three years ago, after a night of too many shots with Alaric, they ended up at a hotel. It was a one-time thing. Could it really have been that night?

Before Hertha could voice her doubts, the receptionist continued, "At that time, Mr. Falconer and you didn't have any ID on you but still wanted to check into the hotel. Normally, we can't allow guests without ID, but I must admit, Mr. Falconer's looks were quite persuasive, and I, maybe a bit too charmed, bent the rules for you two."

"Since you were a man and a woman together, I assigned you a twin room," the receptionist said, stealing a glance at Alaric with a hint of concern.

A twin room means there are two separate beds in it.

The receptionist had her own little crush. She was so taken by Alaric's good looks and thought, if she gave them a double bed, would something happen between them?

She didn't want such a handsome guy to end up with another woman, especially not on her watch.

So, with a bit of personal bias, she decided on a twin room for them.

gaze and

a clear warning-keep

hangover barely faded, she

in her heart, making it impossible

same hotel

breathing became erratic, her jaws clenched

sharp

an attempt to ease the awkwardness, continued to explain to Hertha, "Later, another woman came looking for Mr. Falconer, saying she was a friend of yours and his. Net her go up. Just a few minutes after she did, the cops showed up

that woman named Georgia?" Hertha asked,

when everything happened, Hertha was too overwhelmed with grief to piece everything together. So, it was Georgia who had come to the

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