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the city filtered above her so that she couldn’t see the stars.
The conference organizer had provided everything she
needed, including a tram pass that went from the event center
to her hotel, but she still found herself walking down the
sidewalk, her heels clicking against the pavement, her heart
knocking at the underside of her ribs.
When she spotted a cab pulling over, she walked faster,
sliding into the backseat, no matter who it was intended for.
She gave the guy, who was probably in his late twenties, the
name of her hotel and leaned back against the leather seat. She
didn’t do up her seatbelt. The driver didn’t tell her to. There
was a screen on the backseat, playing ads for restaurants and
shops. She watched the flashing lights across the screen,
registered the lights outside, the bright, bright lights of a city
that came alive at night.
She’d never felt more alone.
Chapter 4
Cassia
Cassia barely noticed any of the strangers in the crowded
lounge. It was just one of many at a popular hotel on the Strip.
She pulled her phone out of her bag, sipped at the cranberry
vodka she’d ordered after selecting a table, and dialled Stu’s
number. No one had bothered to ID her. She was two years
away from being the legal drinking age, but the guy behind the
bar must have thought she was older than she looked.
Stu answered right away, since she knew to only call him in
the event of something very wrong. For anything else, she
could call Nathan or Martin, Sam or Luke, one of the security
guys who was on call and would be working the Strip in case
any of the girls got into trouble and needed them. She had a
