Rose’s POV

I had no time to lose. The quicker I returned to the hotel, the faster I could move on from the night. The stress from the dinner, from James… It was beginning to bear down on me. I hardly maintained my composure throughout the meal, acting as if everything was okay when all I truly wanted was to yell. I had to escape from it, from him.

I looked at Elijah in the car, attempting to maintain a calm voice. "Return me to my hotel, Elijah."

He looked my way, lifting an ...