ELLA

“Thank you,” I said to Martell. He gave me a thumbs up and turned back to the customer he was attending to.

I gulped the remaining contents of the bottle and walked outside the pub in quick, steady steps. They were talking about Lucian and Lyla with the intention of hurting them.

“The Grand Merriot motel,” I repeated as I opened the door and looked around the parking lot. I stepped outside, shut the door behind me, and headed toward a woman opening her car.

One of the men had said it wasn’t far from the pub, which meant I could probably walk there. I just needed to know...