wasn’t a Gargoyle, or scream for help. She opted for the latter. When she reached the end of the hall, she pulled the fire alarm and screamed at the top of her lungs. Her follower was so stunned she was able to shove him down on his ass and take off running. Instead of running up to her room, she went down. Sophia allowed herself to get lost in the throngs of hotel guests using the stairs to get to safety.
When she reached the bottom floor, she ran out the side door and flagged down a taxi. Dammit! She needed to get back to her room and wait on Nikolas. Now she would have to go back to the inn to wait. Hopefully he would figure out where she was. Why hadn’t she bothered to get his phone number? She didn’t even know what hotel he was staying in. If she could get to her computer, she could figure it out. When she got to the bed and breakfast, she prayed she could get to her room without anyone seeing her. The last thing she needed was another confrontation with Yvonne.
Her followers either knew she was both Sophia and Beatrice, or they only knew Beatrice had the disk and they wanted it back. Either way, she was screwed. The only option she could see was to become Clara and change hotels. At this point she had little faith in getting back into the Nile Grand and retrieving her things. Earlier, Nik said he was chasing her neighbor. It was probably the same man she’d heard talking on the phone. If he was working with the blonde and her accomplice, then she wouldn’t risk going back for her stuff. At least she had an extra computer and clothing at the inn.
As soon as she got to her room, she opened her laptop to search where Nik might be staying. While she was waiting on it to boot up, Sophia stripped out of her disguise. This afternoon was not going the way she thought it would after running into Nikolas. She was pulling a t-shirt over her head when she heard a commotion outside. Sophia looked out her window to see the blonde and her partner arguing with a couple of men on the sidewalk. Shit! They’d found her. She closed her laptop, and shoved it into her backpack along with everything else she could fit. Next, she grabbed her Clara disguise, her toiletries, and as many clothes as she could fit in her large bag.
Sophia couldn’t go out the front door, and she wouldn’t chance going through the kitchen. She kept out of sight while she waited to see if they were coming inside the inn. After a few minutes and some heated discussion, the couple headed toward the entrance while the two men split up. If she was lucky, the inn owners would turn the couple away and she could stay in her room. If her luck was continuing as it had been, Yvonne would be the first to tell them where she was. Sophia wasn’t going to put any faith in hiding out in her room.
The front window with the balcony looked out over the street. That was out. The side window faced the garden area. Garden it was. Sophia opened the window and tossed her bag to the ground amidst the bushes. She strapped her backpack on and climbed over the window ledge. Two stories was higher than she’d ever jumped, but she was a shifter. She called her Goyle half forward and dropped the twenty something feet to the ground. She landed on her feet then fell back onto her butt. Not very graceful, but she’d take it. She stood and wiped the dirt off her jeans, grabbed her bag, and took off behind the building.
Sophia needed to figure out where Nikolas was registered. Since she hadn’t been able to search on her laptop, the next best thing was to call all the hotels and pray to the gods he wasn’t using an alias. Sophia ducked into the first coffee shop she came to. Instead of sitting at a booth, she headed for the restroom. Once she was secluded in a stall, she pulled up the area hotels on her phone and began calling each one. When she tried the Sitela West, she hit the motherlode. He didn’t answer, but at least she knew at which hotel he was staying. She left a
When she reached the bottom floor, she ran out the side door and flagged down a taxi. Dammit! She needed to get back to her room and wait on Nikolas. Now she would have to go back to the inn to wait. Hopefully he would figure out where she was. Why hadn’t she bothered to get his phone number? She didn’t even know what hotel he was staying in. If she could get to her computer, she could figure it out. When she got to the bed and breakfast, she prayed she could get to her room without anyone seeing her. The last thing she needed was another confrontation with Yvonne.
Her followers either knew she was both Sophia and Beatrice, or they only knew Beatrice had the disk and they wanted it back. Either way, she was screwed. The only option she could see was to become Clara and change hotels. At this point she had little faith in getting back into the Nile Grand and retrieving her things. Earlier, Nik said he was chasing her neighbor. It was probably the same man she’d heard talking on the phone. If he was working with the blonde and her accomplice, then she wouldn’t risk going back for her stuff. At least she had an extra computer and clothing at the inn.
As soon as she got to her room, she opened her laptop to search where Nik might be staying. While she was waiting on it to boot up, Sophia stripped out of her disguise. This afternoon was not going the way she thought it would after running into Nikolas. She was pulling a t-shirt over her head when she heard a commotion outside. Sophia looked out her window to see the blonde and her partner arguing with a couple of men on the sidewalk. Shit! They’d found her. She closed her laptop, and shoved it into her backpack along with everything else she could fit. Next, she grabbed her Clara disguise, her toiletries, and as many clothes as she could fit in her large bag.
Sophia couldn’t go out the front door, and she wouldn’t chance going through the kitchen. She kept out of sight while she waited to see if they were coming inside the inn. After a few minutes and some heated discussion, the couple headed toward the entrance while the two men split up. If she was lucky, the inn owners would turn the couple away and she could stay in her room. If her luck was continuing as it had been, Yvonne would be the first to tell them where she was. Sophia wasn’t going to put any faith in hiding out in her room.
The front window with the balcony looked out over the street. That was out. The side window faced the garden area. Garden it was. Sophia opened the window and tossed her bag to the ground amidst the bushes. She strapped her backpack on and climbed over the window ledge. Two stories was higher than she’d ever jumped, but she was a shifter. She called her Goyle half forward and dropped the twenty something feet to the ground. She landed on her feet then fell back onto her butt. Not very graceful, but she’d take it. She stood and wiped the dirt off her jeans, grabbed her bag, and took off behind the building.
Sophia needed to figure out where Nikolas was registered. Since she hadn’t been able to search on her laptop, the next best thing was to call all the hotels and pray to the gods he wasn’t using an alias. Sophia ducked into the first coffee shop she came to. Instead of sitting at a booth, she headed for the restroom. Once she was secluded in a stall, she pulled up the area hotels on her phone and began calling each one. When she tried the Sitela West, she hit the motherlode. He didn’t answer, but at least she knew at which hotel he was staying. She left a
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