Elin's POV:

I gripped the knife tightly in my hand and slowly cracked the door open.

The security chain was still latched.

A hotel-branded paper bag was handed in through the narrow gap.

The aroma of food drifted into the room and hit my nose—did Aaron order takeout for me?

False alarm.

I took the bag and murmured a quick thanks to the man outside, shutting and locking the door again.

As I set the ...