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?"

cocked her head, eyes glinting. "Aren't you going

time, Watts didn't bother replying. He just stared out into the

for a moment, then her lips curved in a sly little smirk. "Room 6103. I just made things easier for you. Don't say I never did you any favors-now it's up to you to make the most

He frowned

cradled her chin in her hand,

toward the table where Elodie had been sitting earlier. Her eyes lingered on the wine glass

followed her line of

demeanor shifted, eyes sharpening.

custom cocktail, something with a bit of a kick. You know, the sort that loosens people up,"

Watts' stare hardened.

for her to

and strode off, not even looking back, tearing up the stairs two at

had to

a long while did she turn away and take a

a little risk just makes

from across the room. Patricia's expression didn't change; she ran a finger along the rim of her glass, let out a soft laugh, and sauntered

crashed in endless rhythm against the

through the corridors, restless and uneasy, the party's echoes washing over

l.ne

met sky. Damp air pressed in from all sides. Maybe it was the unfamiliar setting, maybe the night's excess, but she couldn't shake the strange,

a sharp pain stabbing at her

felt

at

mind was

she turned her head

of the bed