Sasha
I stand in front of the mirror, running my fingers nervously over my T-shirt. What am I even doing? Dinner with Dorgan. That's all. But my heart won't stop pounding, and my hands are a little shaky. Get it together, Sasha.
I glance at the closet. After Tivani forces me to go to storage for extra clothing, my wardrobe is... functional, at best. Fighting gear, sweats, jeans, and t-shirts—nothing that says "going out" or "dinner with a leader."
Before I can decide on anything, the door swings open with a dramatic flair. San and Tivani stroll in like they own the place. San asks with a wicked grin, "Well, well, what's this? Big night with the boss-man, huh?"
I stare at Tivani. "You told her?!!" She ignores my outburst. Her eyes go straight to my outfit, and then her lips curl into a
