I thought he was going to want to take us all the way to the Lair in the Bronx, but Red took us to a hotel nearby instead. He wasn't happy about it, but he had no other choice. He was already very warm to the touch, and I didn't want to think about finding a safer place to stay if it put him in danger of burning up. Not now, after everything.
I went inside the hotel room first and drew the blinds and drapes over all the windows, before he followed. We were on the eighth floor, which was too far from the main street for my liking, but it was the only available room the hotel had. We'd just have to stay in there until nightfall, and then we could find a better place. I still had the spell stones Vince had given me, and as far as I knew, Haworth wasn't after Red.
When we finally settled in the small hotel room in the two armchairs in front of the windows, Red took out a bottle of water from the minibar and handed it to me. As I drank, I looked at him through the corner of my eye.
