“It’s fine; it’s nothing,” I warn, impressed with how quickly I’ve managed to sound bright and normal. All those years of hiding finally pay off. I head to our suite door and let us in with my swipe card, knowing his eyes are on me. I can feel it. Felicity is, for once, silent, and I think she senses the oddness in the atmosphere.

“I’m going to bed. I’m tired. I’ll grab a shower and a light snack and hit the sheets.” I need to get away from his probing eyes because ...