I left you hanging yesterday, and I’m sorry. There was a massive storm again, and it knocked out the hotel’s entire electrical system before I could finish the post. It took hours for it to come back online. 

I am 99 percent certain the storm was caused by what happened in the courtyard with those demons. Who knows? Maybe the statue sucked all the demon bodies back up again?

The healers in the Healers’ Hall were able to give Ryrk something restorative. He was back to full strength within a matter of moments. Marea, a young healer I have met once or twice, efficiently treated his wounds. She didn’t seem the least bit afraid of him. 

Even though he was a strong, very dangerous creature. 

Tol texted the head of security about the attack.

I found myself being interrogated by them again. Aodhan Adrastos, Kierce Adrastos, and Cormac Jareth. 

The three musketeers of intimidation. 

They asked so many questions and so rapidly that Ryrk stood from where the healer was examining him and crossed his massive arms and challenged the three male warriors right there in the small healing chamber. Demanding to know why they were harassing me, after I had been so viciously attacked! Asking if this is how all Dardaptoan females are treated.

Well, that just ended up as horribly as you can imagine. 

I ended up telling Cormac again that I knew nothing about what was happening in this place. And then, feeling more fire than I have in a long, long time, I demanded of Kierce to know what he was doing to find the ones threatening me in the first place. Or if he had bothered to do anything at all? 

I will admit, staying in the hotel these weeks, I am getting a bit more forward in my words than I have been before. 

Maybe a part of me has just…let my sisters do my speaking for me?

Not exactly something I am proud of.

I asked all three males the question that had been burning in my mind for weeks now: Have they just put me on the sixth floor and forgotten about me? 

None of the trio could give me a satisfactory answer. But at least, they know now that I am not going to just be pushed around any longer. 

I can’t. 

I won’t just stay up here forgotten forever. 

I can’t. I may not have a Rajni but I have a full life left to live. 

I can’t do that if I’m stuck in a two-room suite at the back of the sixth floor.