Mason breathed in deeply as he entered the resort. Otho was walking next to him, smiling and waving at people they passed. The resort looked different from how he remembered it. It was still swanky. The people gathering in the lobby probably made more money in a month than he did in a year, but it wasn’t too bad.
There was a line by the counter and Mason slowed his steps. His key card had been in his pocket when he’d gone through the ice and while he still had it, he doubted it would work.
“I’m here to see Mason Dager, could you tell me what room he’s in?”
Mason stumbled. He’d recognize Joel’s voice anywhere, the sharp way he spoke, the slightly condescending tone he always used.
“What’s wrong?” Otho touched his hand and Mason jumped. A flash of hurt shone in Otho’s eyes before he conc
