“Speaking of…” Her voice dropped to a murmur as she pulled two paperbacks out of thin air. “Will you sign my books?” It was kind of funny to see a badass looking unsteady. I had no idea why the hell she was nervous around little ol’ me. “Do you have a pen?” Alona grabbed one from Isla’s desk and shoved it into my hand. I opened the first book and signed Whitney’s name. Then, in some kind of out of body experience, I signed Annie underneath the looping W’s. I did the same with the second book and handed them back to Alona.
