I pushed open the front door of our house with Delilah still unconscious in my arms. I could feel the steady rise and fall of her breathing.
I had barely taken two steps inside when a familiar figure appeared in front of me.
Alistair.
She stood in the middle of the living room, she crossed her arms, her gaze dropped to the unconscious Delilah in my arms.
I narrowed my eyes. "How did you find my house?"
Alistair didn’t even flinch. "I went to you where you worked first, but you weren’t there. They gave me your address."
Her voice was calm, but there was something unreadable in her expression.
I exhaled, my grip tightening slightly around Delilah. "Why are you here?"
Alistair tilted her head. "Let’s go inside first."
I knew something was off. Alistair is not someone that makes surp
