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I glance at Kian, and there’s new stress around his eyes.

Okay, maybe not the best place to bring an enhanced-sensed wolf shifter.

I shake that off and tow him forward. If he had a problem with it, he would’ve said something. Probably.

I drag him down aisles, passing a million slot machines, then tables of people playing cards. Except I don’t know where I’m going, and we’re right back where we started.

Well, that didn’t go to plan. I didn’t even find an exit.

“This way,” Kian finally says. He’s clearly trying to hide his amusement.

He leads me in the other direction and takes a turn I had missed. We weave through the casino for another minute, then the doors seem to magically appear. We step outside, and I lift my hands to block the sun.

We had only been out of it for minutes, but it seems brighter. It’s not as bad as being tossed out of my cell into the grass once a week, though. My pupils burn as they contract.

My eyes adjust, and my jaw falls.

We’re… It’s…

“Wow,” I whisper.

“Same reaction my kiss got,” Kian notes under his breath.

I elbow him and lead him farther down the street. There’s a huge pool in front of one of the hotels with a crowd gathering in front of it. There are palm trees. The streets are huge. Then—oh my God. Paris! The Eiffel Tower! There’s a funky building with a wavy front—the one we just emerged from. I don’t know what it’s called.

“Look,” Kian says in my ear. He points back toward the pond.

Suddenly, music from across the street swells, and water shoots out of the pool, easily fifty feet in the air. It’s joined by other jets of water, and it takes me a second to realize it’s almost dancing along with the music.

I stare in awe.

This is what the coworker was talking about. I just couldn’t imagine anything so grand.

He lets me watch in silence, and I join in the tourists’ applause.

“Come on,” Kian says once the show has ended.

He tugs me back into the hotel, but it’s easier to find the reception desk this time. He holds my hand tightly as he checks in, and my face heats when he asks for a room with a king bed. And a view.

“We only have a suite available,” the hotel employee says. “It does have an excellent view of the strip.”

“We’ll take it.”

I gape when he hands over a credit card and ID. She inputs his information and hands it back, along with room keys. She tells us how to find the elevator, sparing only a single glance at me.

Her eyes don’t even stray to my Mark.

Did I conceal it without thinking?

I catch my reflection on the polished brass and immediately see the dark snaking lines. Didn’t hide it, then.

But the more I look around, the more I realize that I’m the least interesting person here. Others are covered in tattoos or wear weird, outlandish clothing. Someone walks by with pointed, obviously fake ears sticking out of their hair.

Huh.

Maybe I should’ve moved to a city a long time ago.

Kian squeezes my hand. “Ready?”