Revealed

Chapter Eight

The men stood there, not trying to hide that they were staring right at us, heads bent together as mouths moved fast.

Zander cursed under his breath, but he was still so close to me that I could practically hear his thoughts if I listened close enough.

"Where?" I pulled his face back round to mine.

"Don't make it obvious!" I twisted us round, my back pointing to the window. He bent his head low, like he was going to kiss my neck, my heart throbbed, even though I knew what he was doing.

"We need to leave." He pulled away, hastily gathering up out things, already making his way to the door.

"You know that as soon as we leave the room, they'll come up."

"And if we don't leave the room then they'll end up coming for us some other time."

"Does this hotel have more than one exit?" If it was as big as I thought it was, then there was bound to be another way out, or at least a combination of lifts and stairs.

"It's got a back exit, but our car is out the front. They're standing only a few feet away from it."

"But they haven't recognised it yet." Since we'd decided to paint it green. "Like I said, as soon as we leave, they'll move. If we're quick enough, we'll get to the car before they get to us." I didn't want to think about what could happen if we weren't fast enough. I didn't want to think about having to run away from murderers.

He ran a hand over his face, letting go of the door handle and stepping back into the room, back where the men outside, dressed in their dark jeans and dull cotton shirts could see him.

"Do we take the lift of the stairs?"

The simple decision had never been so difficult to make in my life. I frowned, either way, if they took the same route, we were stuck. Even if we took a mix of both, we could still end up crossing paths, there were two of them, and so assuming that the both of them went after us when they see us leaving, then there was every chance that they could split up.

"The lift. We take the lift, then the back exit." I talked as if I knew what I was doing, with confidence. Needless to say that really, I didn't have a clue. I was going off instinct, listening to the voice in the back of my head and trusting that she knew what she was whispering to me, trusting her fight of flight reactions. In a matter of emergency, instinct and logic went hand in hand. After all, too much thinking can make you stupid, blind to what was actually happening compared to what you thought was going to happen. Nothing went as you predicted.

"Alright. Sounds like it could work."

"Well that's reassuring." We didn't really have time for sarcasm. His face also told me the same.

"Ready to move?"

I didn't see any point in lingering. We were just delaying the inevitable, and as he said, if we didn't leave first, then they'd just come after us. We couldn't risk them adding to their numbers and holding the element of surprise. There's a reason that the saying is cliché, and that reason it because it's true.

With our bags on our backs, tightened securely and a whole lot lighter, we made our way out of the room.

"Wait, maybe one of us should stay back in there until the lift comes up. If one of us is still in the room, then they might not think too much of it." The moment they realised that we had both left was the moment that they were going to strike.

He raised an eyebrow, he wasn't liking what I was saying. "You want us to split up?"

"Just long enough for the lift to get here."