ALEXANDER
“What?” I repeated. “Faye—”
She didn’t wait for me to finish.
She leaned forward slightly, her hands pressing lightly against the desk, her gaze locking onto mine with a force that hadn’t been there before.
“I want him out," she said.
I stared at her for a second, trying to process what I was hearing, trying to reconcile it with the woman I knew.
Then I exhaled quietly and stepped closer to the desk.
“Out?” I repeated, trying to keep my tone steady, though there was a slight edge of disbelief creeping in. “Out to where, Faye? Where exactly do you want him to go?”
The question left my mouth before I had even fully thought it through.
And for a brief, strange moment—
I surprised myself.
Because there had been a time… not too long ago… when I had been the one saying Roman
