How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 543

"I just saw Ms. Fielding heading into Mr. Silverstein's suite..."

"Are you sure? Did you really see her?"

"As sure as I am standing here. She walked in clear as day-and Mr. Silverstein was already back in his room."

Elodie's limbs felt like lead, her head throbbing with each heartbeat. Still, she forced herself to focus, catching every word of their conversation.

But she had no energy to care about any of it.

That was their business, not hers.

She could barely hold herself together as it was.

Mustering what little strength she had left, Elodie made her way to her room. She glanced up at the brass-plated number on the door, double-checked it, then slipped inside and shut the door behind her. Half-blind in the darkness, she staggered across the plush carpet, fumbling her way to the bed.

She collapsed face-first onto the covers.

Downstairs, the party raged on.

Those who could still keep up were playing and drinking well into the night. Plenty of others had already given up, retiring to their rooms before midnight.

Watts had no interest in joining the games. He stood alone on the deck, leaning over the railing, a glass of whiskey warming his hand.

Before long, Patricia sauntered over, swirling her own drink. She flashed him a bright, teasing smile. "Still out here by yourself?”

Watts shot her a glance. "What of it?"

head, eyes glinting. "Aren't you going to check

bother replying. He just

then her lips curved in a sly little smirk. "Room 6103. I just made things easier for you.

attention. He frowned at her. "What are

her hand,

Elodie had been sitting earlier. Her eyes

her line

whole demeanor shifted, eyes sharpening. "Patricia, what

of a kick. You know, the sort that loosens people up,"

enough. Watts' stare hardened. "Patricia, you need

wait for her

tossed his drink aside and strode off, not even looking back, tearing up the stairs two at a time toward the

to

watched him go, her upturned eyes shimmering with mischief. Only after a long while did she turn away and take a

men and women, a little risk just makes it more interesting. Why

room. Patricia's expression didn't change; she ran a

endless

and uneasy, the party's echoes washing over everything, ebbing and

l.ne

to pry her eyes open, the horizon outside her window blurred into a single line where sea met sky. Damp air pressed in from all sides. Maybe it was the unfamiliar setting, maybe the night's excess, but

tried to move, a sharp pain stabbing

muscle felt limp

her back, staring up at

mind was a

her head to

other half of