Alora’s POV

An officer jumped out, weapon drawn, until his eyes landed on me.

“Miss… Alora?” His voice softened with recognition. “You’re the girl from the hotel…”

I squinted from Morgan’s arm to check, and it was the police officer from the hotel.

I turned to look at Morgan, and he had a lot of recognition in his eyes.

“Yeah,” I muttered.

Some of the officers who were in the second vehicle came around and pulled us out of the wreckage gently, checking for wounds. ...