answer to who my father is, and I don’t tell anyone that.”
“Why not?”
He doesn’t give an answer, but he keeps staring down at me in the small space.
“How are you sure the wendigo is here?” I ask quietly, breaking the silence.
“In the last few weeks there have been constant problems at the hotel with the guests.” He pulls out his phone and scrolls through the recent news reports for me to see. It shows a hell of a lot of human deaths. All of them went to this hotel before going batshit crazy. Other reports show humans who have stolen from banks after staying here, and the reports go on, just getting worse.
“I’ve cross-checked around a hundred reports, and all of them have a connection to this hotel. Wendigos like hotels. It’s an easy place to charm prey and feed off their souls as it corrupts them.”
“Sounds delightful,” I say with a shiver.
His lip twitches, threatening at a smile. He always is so much sexier when he smiles. “Here’s the plan,” he says. “You’re going to pretend to be my girlfriend, and we’re going to check into a room for the night.”
“How romantic!” I link my arm in his just before he pulls us outside.
He chuckles and throws me a devilish wink. “Look. If I wanted in your pants, songbird, I wouldn’t choose demon hunting in Paris for our first date.”
My stupid little heart skips a beat at that. “Out of interest, what would you pick?”
He leans down, brushing his lips across the tip of my ear for a brief second. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Yes. Yes, I would because I’ve had a big-ass crush on you for years, you asshole!
I don’t reply, but his smirk tells me he can read my answer, anyway.
Caspian straightens. Now he’s officially flustered me, we walk into the hotel. It has large, bright-green doors with yellow stained glass, and it really is beautiful here. I enter the entrance hall, my boots clicking on the white marble floors. There is a wooden welcome desk in the middle of several white pillars that a black steel staircase swirls elegantly around, going up to many levels.
There are a few lifts at the sides of the reception with three security guards. We walk straight up to the reception, and Caspian puts on a charming grin that no human woman could ever resist.
The pretty brunette behind the counter perks up upon seeing him. She flicks her short hair away from her chin and widens her green eyes.
“We need a room for two,” Caspian states, leaning against the counter.
“Yes, of course. Do you have a room booked online?” She flutters her fake eyelashes at him.
On the surface, Caspian looks as though he’s fallen for her charms, but I know from the way he clenches his jaw that he just finds her annoying.
“I’m afraid not,” he says in a seductive tone I’ve never heard. “Could you fit us in for one night?”
The gorgeous smile he gives her isn’t even directed at me, and I blush.
The woman frowns. “Unfortunately, we are very booked out.”
“Damn. We’re only staying for one night, and it’s very last-minute. See, my poor younger sister here has had a really hard time and could do with staying somewhere nice for a night. You know, I came here to rescue her from a terrible boyfriend before flying us back tomorrow. He broke her heart. I can’t stand men who cheat on women.”
She sighs, looking between us for a moment. “Give me a second. I’ll see what I can do.”
Caspian leans over, picking up her hand to gently kiss her knuckles. She lets out a girly sigh under her breath.
“Thank you, mademoiselle.”
Somehow, magically, the receptionist finds us a suite room less than a minute later. When she hands Caspian the room key, she slips him her number and the time her shift finishes. I try not to glare at her as Caspian pulls me over to the lift.
The second the door closes, I turn to my partner. “What happened to me being your girlfriend?”
“I didn’t know how hot the human receptionist was,” he replies, watching my face closely.
I swallow down the jealousy his comment causes.
“That isn’t a problem, is it?”
“Nope. You can flirt with whoever you like, Bambi. I couldn’t care less.”
Damn it. Why do my ears heat up when I lie? Talk about a dead giveaway.
“You protest too much,” Caspian sing-songs, though he narrows his eyes at his new nickname. That cheers me up a little.
“Your Shakespeare quote is