“Cash, come in here!” he called out.
Cash raced into the bathroom and she followed, gasping as she saw the message on the mirror.
“I didn’t walk all the way into the bathroom before,” Ralen said. “So I didn’t see it on my sweep.”
Leave or die.
She swallowed heavily, feeling her stomach heave. Who put it there? She’d just assumed that some random asshole had found Monroe’s handbag and the keycard and used it to access the room.
But this . . . this was personal.
The message was so creepy, written in red lipstick on the mirror. Was it meant to look like blood?
“Whoever wrote that really wants to scare you girls out of town,” Ralen said.
Her breathing grew faster, the room spinning.
“Who is it, Addie? Who would write this? Who wants you gone?” Cash asked. “Why are you even here?”
She stumbled back, out of the bathroom and into the main room.
Was this message written by someone who didn’t like them looking for Vextar? But who? Vextar, himself?
All he had to do was sign some divorce papers and they would leave him alone.
Why would he feel the need to threaten them?
Unless it wasn’t him.
Dark eyes peering straight at her.
Oh God.
Had he seen her? But if he had, how did he know where she was staying? Why would he have left her there and then come here to threaten her?
It made no sense.
But she was done. She couldn’t cope.
“Addie! Addie! Listen to me, you’re about to pass out. Addie!” Hands took hold of her shoulders and shook her. “Breathe, baby! You have to breathe or you’re going to pass out.”
She was trying to breathe. Couldn’t he see that? She was attempting to take big gulps, but nothing was going in.
“Addie! Breathe!”
The world around her blurred until she couldn’t even make out his features.
And that was when everything went dark.
7
Fuck!
Cash caught Addie in his arms as she fainted.
What the hell had just happened?
“What the fuck?” Ralen asked. “Did she just panic until she passed out?”
