Over at the hotel, Voren had already showered and dressed himself in one of the clothes Seraphine had purchased for him the night before.
Sleep had come in its usual limited quantity, two hours, maybe three, if he was being generous with himself. That was normal, for a man who'd spent years with a wolf like Bloodfang. He'd made his peace with it a long time ago, or at least he'd gotten good at pretending he had.
This time, it was just that his sleep deprivation was not Bloodfang, but the fact that he kept awake to make sure Seraphine was safe in her hotel room.
He was standing was just about to step into the hallway when he heard her door pull open, and he stepped out of his own room at the same moment and stopped.
