Behind Closed Doors

"Alaric?" I frown, taking my seat again.

She wraps her hand around her neck and nods. "Yes, it's about him."

"Why are you talking about him? Don't tell me you went to see him. You didn't, did you?" I narrow my eyes.

"I went to see him at his office. I was with him at 7:00 a.m. Monday," she says.

"You're lying. Don't think I'll fall for a liar like you. Alaric could never see you, no matter what,"