Before I could say anything more, the bedroom door suddenly opened. Daisy stepped inside quickly but quietly, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Her expression was alert and tense, one hand resting near the gun hidden under her jacket.
"There is movement in the hallway…" she whispered urgently, her eyes darting between us. "I heard footsteps — at least two people. They stopped near our suite door for a few seconds before moving again. It doesn't sound like hotel staff."
The intimate atmosphere that had been building between Madeline and me shattered instantly, replaced by sharp, cold tension. Madeline's body stiffened beside me, her hand instinctively gripping my arm tighter. The scratch on her forearm was forgotten as fresh fear flashed across her face.
I moved fast, positioning myself between the two women and the door. "Lights lower," I ordered quietly. Daisy dimmed the remaining lamps while I listened carefully, straining my enhanced senses.
