Chapter 21 The Storm Gathers

Celeste’s heels clicked against the sleek marble floor of the downtown hotel, her every step echoing like a war drum. Her eyes, sharp as daggers, scanned the lavish lobby until she found her target: the concierge desk. She flashed a blinding smile at the young man behind the counter. “I need to confirm a reservation for Rowan Sinclair,” she purred, sliding a crisp bill across the counter. “Suite 1203.”