Chapter 62

• Nayla Bell
• It must have been his bedroom. It was the only thing that would explain why a large king-size bed, mahogany dressers, full-length mirror, another oriental rug like the ones downstairs, and a brown leather chair by a small table and lamp were in this room. If I didn’t remind myself that I was underneath the Jumping Jack Power Plant, I would have no idea and mistake this room as one belonging inside a mansion or some rich Manhattan penthouse.
• My eyes darted to the bed, and my breath hitched.