Charles POV

"Fuck!"

I growled out loud, pacing a hole into the rug of my hotel room. My heart beating a million miles per second. I was practically panting for breath.

In my mind, I had been well hidden. But I guess sitting at the far end of the room and using the restaurant flowers as an advantage wasn't good enough to not get noticed.

How had she even seen me? One minute she was staring out the show glass, and the next she was moving towards me with intent. The expression on her face, deadly.

I did the only thing I was able to do at that point....