Whispers in the Dark

Ronan

The hotel room was dimly lit, washed in the muted glow of the bedside lamp. Heavy gold curtains were drawn tight over the windows, muffling the sounds of the city below into a queit, distant hum. The air smelled of expensive perfume – rose and vanilla layered so thick it clung to the back of my throat. Lila and I decided to meet here, since it was safer for her.

She sat on the edge of the ...