Chloe awoke to the softness of luxurious sheets against her skin.

The room she was in was not her own. Not the cheap motel she had sometimes stayed in when she needed to escape reality but a beautiful sanctuary full of history and glamour. Every corner of the room was shrouded in shadows, each hiding its own secret.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim, warm glow seeping through the half-closed velvet curtains, everything looked red, like spilled wine. Disoriented, she sat up slowly, ...