“You didn’t say what you’re doing here.” Patrick frowns. “You weren’t following me, were you?” “Oh, no,” I wave a hand, frantically trying to come up with some lie that’s better than the truth, that Faye forced me to come since I’m the one without a flat or a life. “I’m…um…I’m—” “Winifred is my betrothed,” Alaric’s deep voice booms in my ear.
