Leah
We drove for thirty minutes before we pulled up in front of perhaps the seediest hotel I’d ever laid eyes on. I was pretty sure I’d seen a rat running down the hall as Peter parked.
“This place is terrible,” I muttered.
“Not all of us can live in fancy mansions, Leah,” Peter hissed.
I was about to point out that I wasn’t a rogue, but that wasn’t exactly true anymore. My mate was a rogue, so what did that make me? Rogue adjacent?
I followed Peter to the second floor, and he gestured toward room 213. I bit back a sigh and knocked once. Lorenzo didn’t like it when I knocked too much – he said it felt like I was trying to break down the door.
After an unbearably long time out in the chill night air, the door finally swung open, and a shirtless Lorenzo gave me a possessive once over.
