Waiting Game

Alaric's POV

I barely hold my laughter after she leaves my office, stomping her feet and shooting me a glare just before the door closes.

Once she's gone, I pick up my phone and dial a number.

"Yes, sir," the person on the other end answers.

"What is her current location?" I ask him.

"She went into a hotel room. No one has gone in since she entered."

"Someone must have gone in before her," I say.