CHAPTER 119

ELLA'S POV

Pressing my ear to the first door I came upon, I strained to make out any sounds from within. Nothing but silence. I crept to the next, and the next, becoming more disheartened with each setback.

Until finally, a muffled shuffling noise reached my ears from behind the door marked 314. Could it be...?

I pushed the door open a crack and peered inside.

There, hooked up to a tangle of wires and tubes, laid the form of Trent.

Oh my god...I pressed a hand to my mouth to stifle the gasp that tried to escape. So Damien was right after all - somehow, someway, Trent had staged himself in here. But why? What kind of game was he playing at?

As quietly as I could manage, I slipped fully inside and crept up alongside the bedside. Trent's eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling almost with each forced breath. For one second, I thought the worst. What if I was too late?

"Trent?" I rasped, reaching out with a trembling hand to shake his shoulder. "Trent, can you hear me?"

Nothing,