Nathan’s POV

Amelie looked really frazzled when she returned from the bathroom with Eliza.

“Amelie, what’s wrong?” I asked.

She pulled a phone out of her pocket and gave it to me.

“Where did you get this from?” I said, gritting my teeth.

“It was left in the women’s bathroom in a box with my name on it,” Amelie said softly, trying not to garner attention.

“This is getting fucking ridiculous,” I whispered.

“I know,” Amelie replied. “I feel like I can’t go anywhere without this psycho stalking me. How do they know where I am?”

“Let’s figure this out when we go to the hotel,” I advised. “Not take...