My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 864

This hotel was just enormous, and the restrooms were a maze away from the ballroom. Emily Blair wandered through the darkness, her mind a blank, completely disoriented.

Earlier, she’d relied on the signs along the walls to get to the restroom. Now, with the lights out and no signs in sight, every intersection was a mystery. She stopped at another fork in the hallway, squinting under the faint moonlight streaming through a window, just able to make out the two corridors ahead.

Narrowing her eyes, she noticed a faint gleam of light coming from the end of the left corridor, while the right was shrouded in shadow. She guessed the light must be coming from the ballroom’s main doors.

Pressing her hand to the wall, Emily made her way left, inching forward until her fingers brushed against a doorframe. Relief washed over her and she called out, “Anyone here?”

No answer.

She frowned, taking a closer look under the pale, uncertain light. The shapes of tables and chairs ahead matched those in the ballroom. Relaxing a little, she stepped inside, voice raised.

“Hello? Is anyone here?”

Suddenly, her shin struck something—a chair, she realized just as it tipped and came crashing down on her foot.

She hissed in pain, kicked the chair aside, and steadied herself against the wall, frowning. Something was off. The ballroom had been full of people, yet here, there was nothing but silence. No one responded. It was as if she’d wandered into a deserted wing.

Realizing she’d taken a wrong turn, Emily spun around to retrace her steps.

Out of nowhere, a warm, firm hand closed around hers.

A jolt of panic shot through her. She tried to pull away, but the grip only tightened.

“Who are you?” she demanded.

In the dimness, she could just make out the silhouette of a tall man. Judging by his build, definitely a man.

She lowered her voice. “Tristan Davis? Is that you?”

The grip on her wrist tightened again. If it were Tristan, he’d have answered by now, she thought. Which meant—it wasn’t him.

“Maybe I do,” Emily conceded, still determined to pull free, “but really, I can see you just fine.”

Andrew seemed to glance back at her, as if weighing her words.

She pressed her lips together. “Let’s go.”

He answered with a quiet “Okay.”

The corridors were eerily silent as they walked. Emily watched his silhouette ahead of her and finally asked, “How come you’re here, anyway?”

Andrew’s voice was low. “This place is open to the public. I don’t think I’ve been blacklisted—yet.”

Emily paused, then couldn’t help but laugh. “But your family lives in town. Why stay at a hotel?”