I froze in the hot water, knowing any movement would slosh the water and give me away. The bathroom door wasn’t even closed, never mind locked. Why would I lock it? I was alone. It was probably only room service, I told myself. But I was so on edge. No one had sent me any updates. I felt like a lobster in a slowly boiling pot, waiting for the numb defeat to really set in.

Then a shadow blotted the doorway: long and lean and strong, with a coil of dark hair. ...