Bryson stood firm at the door, his gaze icy. No, I want to stay here.
Hannah, already inside, turned back upon hearing this and said firmly, Im sorry, but youre not welcome in my room! If you dont want to room with Dotson, youll need to figure something else out.
With that, she waved dismissively, turned around, and shut the door, leaving the three men in the hallway, exchanging looks.
Maloney, noticing Hannahs reaction, smirked at Bryson. If youd rather not stay with Dotson, I can share my room with you. Its quite close to Miss Moores.
The moment the door closed, Brysons demeanor grew colder.
At Maloneys suggestion, Bryson shot him a frosty glance, walked to the room next to Hannahs, and pulled out a room key from his pocket.
No need.
Opening the door, Bryson held up the room key.
This room is the closest to hers.
Once the door closed, Maloney turned to Dotson. How did he get a room key?
Dotson shrugged. Probably because he owns this hotel.
Dotson patted Maloney on the shoulder. Good bye, Mr. Pierce.
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Inside her room, Hannah plugged in her phone to charge it. When it powered on, she saw several missed calls from Franklyn.
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His sudden outreach was likely about the island.
Hannah called him back, and he answered quickly, his voice urgent.
Miss Moore, dont go to the island!
yihat?
His abrupt warning left her bewildered.
From his tone, she sensed something was seriously wrong.
Is it safe for you to talk? If so, take your time.
There was silence, punctuated by the sound of wind.
Just as Hannah thought he could hang up, Franklyn spoke again.
His voice was slower, rough with tension. We were attacked at the Rising Bar last night. Even though we were prepared, a few of our guys got hurt.
Was it because of what happened on the island? Hannah quickly connected the incident to their recent misfortune.