“I don’t think you understand how this works. You’re my guest, which means if you want to stay in this hotel, you need to stay with me for the next twenty-four hours.” “Why twenty-four hours?” “It’s hotel policy. Official key holders can stay as long as they want, but guests are only allowed to stay twenty-four Regal hours. So, until then, I say either we get drunk at this bar, or”—Adam looked her straight in the eye, and every hint of charm and carelessness vanished—“you tell me what happened after I got shot and why you look as if you’re running for your life right now.”
