I drove six hours to check into my new luxury resort, only for the front desk clerk to toss a keycard at my feet.

yanked Justin forward.

He didn’t pull him gently. He hauled him across the narrow space behind the desk, dragging him until Justin’s stomach slammed against the edge of the keyboard tray.

“Look,” Wilson commanded. His voice was a guttural rasp, barely louder than the crackling of the fire in the center of the lobby, yet it carried with the force of a continue reading …