Rebirth Snatching Back My Stolen Luck novel Chapter 87

Good luck dealing with this lot, bestie.

LILITH

The sun was high when the taxi dropped me off in front of Cameron Hotel.

Inside the cool lobby, the faint scent of coffee and fresh flowers clung to the air, but I was in no mood to appreciate it as I dragged Claire’s number from the blacklist and dialed.

“I’m at the hotel,” I said flatly the moment she picked up.

She chuckled, a mocking undertone in her voice. “That was fast of you.”

After a pause, she added: “You already know the room number. Come up yourself.”

“Or do you expect me to come down and escort you like a princess? Just a warning–don’t take too long, or by the time you get here, I might forget what I wanted to say.”

She hung up.

My grip on the phone tightened. From the moment she sensed how important Dean was to me, she’d seized the initiative and flipped the table.

But it didn’t matter. If she truly had information about Brandon’s plans against him, I needed to hear it–directly.

And for that, I’d tolerate whatever game she was playing.

Still, as I stepped into the elevator, my thumb moved on its own, checking my phone again.

No reply from Dean.

Unusual, considering how he always answered quickly. Which could only mean one thing–he was busy, tied up in something he couldn’t easily leave,

That was fine. The message I sent him was only a precaution anyway.

Besides, even if Claire was scheming something, this was a hotel–a public place. With people coming and going, and cameras in every corner, I was sure I’d have a fighting chance.

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With this resolve, I pressed the button for the fifth floor.

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As the elevator began its slow climb, my reflection in the mirrored wall caught my eye–faintly pale and unsmiling.

It was somewhat unsettling.

So I looked away and focused on the glowing numbers instead.

Yet, the higher the elevator climbed, the tighter unease coiled in my chest.

By the time I stepped into the hushed corridor, the unease had sharpened into a blade, making me

nauseous.

The sound of my heels clicking softly on the carpet sounded unbearably loud in the stillness and didn’t help matters.

Almost without thinking, my thumb flicked across my phone screen again.

Still no reply from Dean.

I stopped in front of the door. Its brass numberplate–503–glinted faintly under the corridor lights.

Instead of knocking, I called Claire–again.

“What now?” Irritation crackled in her tone.

“I’m at the door,” I said calmly.

“So? Do you expect me to roll out a red carpet?” she drawled. “The door’s unlocked. Let yourself in.”

The line cut off as she ended the call.

Strangely, calm washed over me the moment she did. My thoughts sharpened as I finally found the source of the unease that had been gnawing at me.

Since arriving, I’d called twice–yet Claire hadn’t shown herself once.

Her excuses–mockery, smug superiority–were perfectly in character.

And that was exactly the problem.

The Claire I knew would never pass up the chance to sneer at me face–to–face. She thrived on spectacle. Relished my live reactions.

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I’d seen it too many times in my past life to forget.

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Worse still, she was supposed to be keeping herself in my good graces–if only to siphon my luck.

She had no reason to keep hiding behind a door… unless she wanted me to step through it.

Maybe, I guessed, my thoughts clearer than ever. From the moment she’d called me through Uncle Theo, she’d been goading me.

Every word, every taunt- were nothing but bait.

Bait to lure me here.

Bait to make me enter the room.

Of course, maybe I was being paranoid. Maybe I was overthinking.

But better paranoid than trapped.

With that, I cast one last look at the door, then turned on my heel to leave.

That’s when the door creaked open.

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