Emily’s POV

The green recording light on the wall console burned into the dark room like an accusing eye.

"Daniel? Emily?" Victoria’s sharp, impatient voice rang out crystal clear through the suite's surround-sound speakers. "Why is the screen black? What’s going on in there?"

Panic erupted like an electric shock.

In a terrifying blur of motion, Daniel lunged off the bed. He dove across the hardwood floor, grabbing the heavy silk duvet off the mattress and tossing it over my bare body in one swift, desperate sweep. Before the wide-angle camera could focus on the room, his massive hand slammed directly over the lens on the wall panel.

I scrambled...