Alexandria walked up the roughhewn stairs and past the man sitting on the cut log style bench on the Khan’s front porch. She didn’t know who he was and though something about him intrigued her, the scowl on his face was enough to make her keep her distance. She didn’t need to get involved with anyone else’s drama. She had enough going on in her life without adding to it. At the door she knocked, doing her best to ignore the man sitting just a few feet away as she waited to be let inside. She hoped he didn’t see her glance darting to him. There was just something about him that called to her. The door opened and one of the enforcers let her in. Bobby, she thought his name was, but she wasn’t sure. Inside was warm, uncomfortably so with her coat on. She shrugged it off and looked around for
