Amara's POV
"Miss Dalton, where are we heading now?" one of the men asked.
I sat in the car, staring out the window. Even when I heard his question, I didn't turn around. My voice came out steady. "Hotel."
The man in black gave a nod. "Yes."
There was a hotel above that pool hall. I'd never been picky about where I ate or slept, but insomnia made me choosy about quiet places.
Good thing it wasn't tourist season—the hotel was practically empty. The staff emptied out the top two floors just for me.
After I called about the move, Wyatt had already rushed ahead to handle the preparations.
When my stuff showed up, I could settle in immediately.
Wyatt said, "Miss Dalton, Magnus's staying downstairs. You can reach him easily if you need anything."
"What's he doing here?" I asked.
Wyatt rubbed his head. "Foreigners can stay at regular hotels now, but most places still can't handle passport registration. So they usually end up at international hotels."
