_Alaric’s POV_
The hotel was one of mine.
Not a large one. Just a clean, well-run property on the quieter side of the city, the kind of place where guests were left alone and the staff understood that being useful and being intrusive were different things. I had used it a few times for regional travel and it had never disappointed me.
I had put Rowena in the room two floors above mine.
I told myself that was a practical decision. She needed privacy and the upper rooms had better views and more quiet. Both of those things were true. Whether they were the actual reason was a separate question I wasn’t going to examine too closely tonight.
I sat at the desk in my room and opened the files Reid had sent through before we landed. The investigation into what had happened to Rowe
