“What are you doing here?” I’m so shocked I can’t do anything but stare at her. “I’m here to talk to you.” Her lips are tight. Her brows furrowed. This won’t be a pleasant conversation. “If it’s about Sasha—” “It is about Sasha.” She frowns. Her tone. I don’t like it at all. “I came to—” Her eyes dart up and she seems to register Alistair’s presence for the first time. “Who is this?” “No one.” “Holland Alistair, ma’am,” he says at the same time. I frown at him. “Alistair?”
