The next day, Allie could hardly look Sylvain in the face. Katie’s condemnation had left her feeling like a criminal. Every time she passed her in the corridors, the redhead shot her a warning look. Sort this out, the look seemed to say. But how the hell was she supposed to do that? With Carter missing and Sylvain utterly unaware of everything that had happened while he’d been away, Allie couldn’t see a way to handle this that didn’t end badly. The only thing she could do was avoid the situation altogether. As soon as her last lesson ended that afternoon, she tore up the stairs so fast her skirt fluttered around her legs from the breeze she created. When she walked into Dom’s light-filled office, the faint sound of jazz swirled softly from hidden speakers. The room smelled of fresh coffee and Earl Grey tea. Shak and another guard were working at the table.
