And then he was gone.
As the cab pulled away, I looked behind me to watch Sebastian walking away. He suddenly turned around and seemed to look right at me. I quickly ducked down in my seat and took a deep breath.
Emily, get a grip. You’re acting like a schoolgirl.
I pressed my hands to my cheeks and willed the warmth to dissipate. Looking up, I noticed the cab driver was staring at me in the rear view mirror, his gray eyebrows knit with concern.
“Est-ce que tout est bien, mademoiselle?”
“Oui, monsieur. Merci.” I smiled at him and he smiled back before turning his attention to the road again.
Back at the hotel, I looked at my watch. It was a quarter till eight here, but I was still on Eastern Standard time and I hadn’t gotten any sleep since I’d arrived. I yawned as I began walking up the stairs to my room on the second floor.
“Miss Nichols?”
I turned around and saw the concierge standing at the foot of the stairs.
“Yes?”
“You received this message,” he said. There was an envelope in his hand.
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