TW: BLOOD AND VIOLENCE
"So, are we having sex, or—" Worth began asking curiously.
"Fuck off," Zalia hissed, gesturing to the exit. "The door."
Muttering obscenities under his breath, Worth stormed off, much to Zalia's relief. After she heard the door shut, she let out a breath, raising her bracelet to her lips to communicate her thoughts about who the culprit could be to Vi and Sorin.
"Please tell me I made a mistake," Zalia whispered, pacing back and forth across the bedroom as all the possibilities raced through her mind.
"It's not the best outcome, but it's the most probable," Vi replied grimly, confirming her worst fears. "Man, I knew we shouldn't have trusted the legally blind maid's description."
"Hey, Vi. Give it," Zalia heard Sorin grumble, before the mic was transferred to him. A bit of her apprehension was lifted off her chest just by the sound of his voice, although she didn't want to admit it to herself. "Zalia. Are you alright?"
Zalia didn't respond. She couldn't. Because if she thought about it anymore, she would probably burst into tears.
And she didn't want to start crying like a little bitch when they had a murderer to catch.
Instead, she veered the conversation off topic. "Where is Julia now?"
A small silence echoed in her ears before Vi took the mic back. "Not here. Do you know where she could be?"
Zalia nodded, even though she knew they couldn't see her. "I don't know where they are, but I know how to find out. Meet in the lobby right now."
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Zalia continued to pace even in the sitting area of the lobby, uncaring of the judgmental stares she was receiving from the people watching her. The constant rhythm of her shoes against the carpet helped her think, helped her to sort out the chaos inside of her head that was sure to bring on a migraine later on.
She only stopped once she caught sight of two very familiar men approaching her.
Zalia let out a breath of relief, rushing to Sorin and immediately embracing him, too overwhelmed to care about her pride and painstakingly maintained aloofness. As if it was a reflex, he automatically hugged her back, kissing her temple as a physical message that he was there for her.
"So, whose room do you think they're in right now?" Vi asked worriedly, glancing between the two and the phone in his hand.
Zalia pulled away from Sorin and responded, knowing that time was not to be wasted now. "We know the murders usually occur in the victim's room, yes? Just like in the Golden Gala."
Both Sorin and Vi nodded.
"So, if my guess is correct, it'll be in Julia's room. Which I'm hoping that you two will be able to find out," Zalia said hopefully.
Without questioning a word of what she was saying, Sorin and Vi turned and dashed to the front desk, where a man was busy talking on the phone.
"Sorin Vulpe and Vicente Gonzalez from Gold & Co. We need the room number of Julia Hamani, please," Sorin demanded authoritatively, pulling out a small paper from his coat pocket that Zalia assumed to be his identification papers.
The man working behind the counter shook his head. "I'm sorry, but that is confidential."
"Sir," Vi muttered through gritted teeth, "there is a murder about to occur in this hotel between two guests from the Sinclair-Rosbach wedding. Another case of the Lady Killer; I'm sure you've heard of before. So, unless you want your hotel to be liable, give us the fucking room number."
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Epilogue
Humor❝oh, but darling. what happens during the epilogue is only the start. ❞ what happens after high school? Zalia, the sweet girl who everyone knew was going to be successful one day, comes to her high school's ten-year reunion as the antisocial and sa...
