As soon as that happens, her eyes go wide with shock. She glances in horror at the woman who escorted her to me, but Natalie just gives her a parting smile and closes the door on us. She’ll stand guard to make sure we are undisturbed.
“Aleks,” she breathes, turning back towards me. “What—When—How did you even get in here?”
I stalk toward her. “Do you think that a few cameras and some goons with guns can keep me out? Do you think there’s anywhere in this city—in my city—that I can’t go if I choose? I must say, I’m a little disappointed in that. You know who I am, Olivia May Lawrence. You should know better.”
She twists at the rings on her fingers anxiously. But she doesn’t seem nervous to find me here.
It’s more like she’s nervous for me.
“You can’t be here,” she hisses. “They’re going
