" “Sorry, I thought this room belonged to a red-headed girl. Is this her room?”
He checks out the room number beside the door, and I broaden my stance. “What makes you think she’s here?”
The guy winces. “I followed her.”
A tremor runs through my body, and I have to keep from grabbing his throat and shoving him into the wall. Keep talking, asshole. I won’t have Echo pissed at me when I take a swing at this guy. I’ll allow him to bury himself first. “What do you want with her?”
“Noah,” Echo whispers behind me and touches my bare back. “Did he say he followed me?”
The guy pulls his hands out of his sagging jeans. “I know this is strange, but I want to talk to her.”
“Noah?” Echo inches as if she’s going to peek out, and I slide in front of the door, holding the handle to keep her safely inside. This guy’s going to need a hell of a right hook to get to her.
“You need to go,” I say.
He rams both fists into his hair, and he’s got dark circles under his eyes like he hasn’t slept. “Look, I know this is insane—”
“You’re right—you’re fucking crazy. Guys knocking on hotel rooms of girls without being asked is sick.” I jerk my thumb for him to leave. “Serial killers belong at the next exit.” "

― Katie McGarry , Breaking the Rules (Pushing the Limits, #1.5)