Page 203 of Chandelier Enthralled
“He cares for you deeply,” said Cameron. “He wouldn’t want you to follow him.”
Greyson.I shuddered, realizing they knew he had stepped into danger.
For me.
“She used me,” I said. “She knew I’d lead her to Greyson’s secret.”
“That’s why she sat Chloe in the cubicle beside yours.” Cameron nodded, having figured it out, too.
“She was going to use me to destroy him.” Tears stung my eyes.
Cameron pulled me into a tight hug. I relaxed against him, drawing comfort from his strength, from his enduring compassion.
“We’ll bring him back,” he whispered.
I pulled away, looking up at him with a plea in my eyes. “Just make sure he doesn’t do anything that gets him killed.”
I changed out of the gown and there came a sharp knock at the door. Shay entered, looking suavely rugged in a black tuxedo.
Cameron changed into his tuxedo, too, using the long mirror to fix his bowtie. He seemed perfectly at ease with leaving me behind.
“Forgive me,” he said, with Shay watching.
My brother’s effortless sophistication made everything he did look intentional. He carried himself with a calm confidence as if nothing in the world could touch him.
Shay pointed at me. “You have to trust us.”
Reluctantly, I gave a nod, unable to hide my disappointment. Still, I had managed to come this far.
Within minutes, they headed out, leaving me standing alone on the balcony. I watched them leave the hotel and climb into a town car, all dressed up in their tuxedos, as though this was acceptable camouflage for their extraction plan.
Nagging doubt made me fear what might happen if they failed to access the castle.
I retreated into the suite, moved to tears of frustration.
I donned the gown again, and with difficulty, fastened the clasps at my nape.
Fixing my hair to make myself more presentable, I then worked on my makeup—just mascara and a touch of lipstick, enough to blend in but not draw attention. I sat on the bed and slipped into my silver heels, securing the sleek straps.
Grabbing my phone, key card, and my ID, I slipped them into my purse and headed for the door.
Damn it…
Shay had thought ahead and posted a guard, either to keep others out or me in, or both. It was hard to tell.
The man had received his orders, though, that much was obvious from the way he
shook his head at my request to leave, signaling I wasn’t going anywhere.
There was literally a sentry outside my room.
Arguing with him was pointless.
Back on my balcony, I gauged the distance to the one next door, belonging to the room where Atticus and Jake were staying.
The way to the other side was a leap, but wearing this gown meant every movement felt like an obstacle.
I took off my heels and threw them over to the other balcony, watching them tumble, each landing with a soft clink. I threw my silver purse over the railing, and it landed near the shoes.
