Sarah's POV
"Something wrong,Sarah?" Nate asked, his hand coming to rest protectively at the small of my back.
I shook my head, trying to dismiss the unsettling feeling. "Just a strange sensation. Like someone was watching us."
"Paranoia comes with the territory when you've been through what you have," he said softly, guiding me toward the exit. "Let's get you and Aria settled. Elena's expecting us for dinner tonight."
We made our way to the parking garage where Nate's SUV waited, and we headed straight to the hotel.
My little girl's face lit up when we walked through the door, and she bounded across the suite, launching herself into Nate's arms.
"Uncle Nate!" she squealed as he swept her up, spinning her around. "Did you bring me presents?"
"Aria," I admonished gent
