Elena’s POV

Inside the folded dry towel lay a hotel room key.

For a split second, the world seemed to tilt.

Silvia froze so completely that even her breathing stalled, her pupils shrinking as though the small rectangle of plastic had suddenly transformed into something sharp enough to cut. I could almost see the jealousy taking shape inside her—thick, viscous, and uncontrollable—rising from the depths of her chest and clawing its way up her throat.

Her fingers twitched.

Her lips ...