Allison's POV

The evening breeze slapped against my skin the moment we stepped out of the hotel lobby minutes after Parlor had left. I needed the bastard to be well away before I kicked off my plan.

The parking lot stretched ahead, beyond the glass double doors of the hotel, a flat expanse of concrete glistening under the streetlights. Cars lined in neat rows.

Aaron or whatever Parlor called him, walked beside me—too close for comfort—his hulking frame blocking half my peripheral vision. He ...