Sienna

The day stretched out longer than I expected. Every time we stepped out of the suite, I could feel eyes — not one pair, but several. Maybe it was paranoia. Maybe it wasn’t.

The lobby was alive with movement — travelers talking, luggage rolling, the faint clink of glasses from the café corner — but even with all that noise, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone’s gaze was trailing us.

Jaxon tried to act calm, but I could tell his mind was somewhere else. He carried his laptop everywhere now, fingers tapping against the cover like he was counting seconds.

We sat for a while in one of...