Chapter Thirty

Immediately the 899 came to an end, I stood up and made my way to the toilet. I went into one of the stalls to have a private moment for myself as I kept thinking of What sage Bernadette said. Calixto would have to be eaten by Alexander? I was distorted by the thought of it, but for some unknown reason, something told me Alexander wouldn't have any problems with it. The first time we'd met, he had drawn blood from me.

Before leaving the stall, I flushed the toilet and headed over to the basin. I washed my hands and rinsed my face, thankfully I wasn't wearing any make-up so I didn't have to worry about washing my makeup off. As I picked up a brand new towel from the wooden slab, I felt another presence in the toilet.

Chiara-serafina.

I had done well to ignore her presence at the 899 room, yet here she was again. I could see her movement from the reflection of the large mirror. She didn't enter the toilet stall, and there was an almost menacing look on her face as she strode towards me.