BRIELLE’S POV

"I'm sorry, but we can't accept you here without payment. This place is only for..."

Brielle lost track of the receptionist's statement as she retreated, saying a thank you she didn't intend and stepping out of the modest motel she'd seen.

It had been around three days since she had been booted out of Darius' mansion, and the outside world had been horrible for her—three days of unending agony, sleeping beneath bridges and in the backseats of open automobiles, eating food ...