We walked down the hotel hallway in silence, but the air between us was anything but quiet. It was alive, thick, electric, almost burning against my skin beneath the folds of my emerald-green dress. My heels clicked softly against the marble floor, and though my posture was perfectly straight, I felt like I was walking on the edge of a cliff. It was one of those movie scenes where you’re not even the main character, yet your heart’s the one racing. I didn’t want to be in this scene but ...