Chapter 46 Midnight At The Carlton

• Scarlett drove through the empty city streets, headlights slicing narrow beams into the darkness. The message’s invitation replayed in her mind: Check Room 317, Carlton Hotel. Midnight. Come alone.
• She gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles ached. Every instinct urged her to flee—to return to Cross Hall and confront Damien. Yet she could not ignore the promise of truth.
• The Carlton loomed ahead, its neon sign flickering like a nervous heartbeat. She parked in the valet circle, heart pounding as she left the engine running. One wrong step, one wrong room, and she risked trusting the wrong person—or walking into a trap.