Mia's POV
I watched that pathetic Omega disappear behind the bathroom door. The soft click of the lock echoed through the room like a gunshot in my ears. My hands remained perfectly still at my sides, though my heart raced with anticipation.
The water started running almost immediately. A steady stream that would mask any other sounds in the room.
I stepped closer to the door, my feet silent on the plush carpet. Pressing my ear against the wood, I listened carefully. The water continued its steady flow, then came the gentle splash of someone sinking into a filled batub. Water lapped against porcelain as she settled in.
Perfect. This would buy me plenty of time.
I backed away and crossed to my bag near the window. My phone lay buried beneath a folded cleaning apron and the master keys for the guest rooms I maintained. I dug it out with steady fingers and scrolled through my contacts until I found the name that made my pulse quicken.
Alpha Benedict Vance.
