"You don't know her. She's a friend I met on the plane, but don't worry, I'll take care of myself."

After a moment of silence, he said, "Okay, remember to send me a message when you go out. Text me the address later and I'll pick you up."

I told him to take care and then hung up.

Not long after that, a knock came on the door of the hotel room. It was Felix Steward.

He bared his usual cold face when he saw me open the door. He said, "Ma'am Ivelle, sir Jordan asked me to bring you clothes."

I nodded and took my clothes. "Thank you very...