Nathan Fletcher breathed a sigh of relief. He let her go and gingerly sat down across from her.
Holly Wyatt stared warily at the Fletcher father and son duo across from her, covertly surveying the room's furnishings.
It looked almost identical to the hotel's banquet hall. She was still in the hotel.
This realization made Holly Wyatt let out a sigh of relief.
At least she hadn't been taken somewhere else. Since she was still in the hotel, it meant she wasn't far from Silas Thornton.
He would soon realize she was missing.
Mr. Fletcher, sitting before her, seemed to be opening his mouth to say something, but Holly had no interest in listening. Her mind was focused solely on how to get out.
Her attention remained fixed on the closed door.
THUD!
A loud noise, accompanied by a slight vibration from the floor, pulled Holly Wyatt back to her senses.
She looked closely and saw Nathan Fletcher's red-rimmed eyes. Her brain short-circuited.
'What was she seeing?!'
