Sabrina stiffened inside his embrace, as she tried to pull away, “Let go of me, Finn.” She struggled.
"Uncle." Erica's voice behind him was flat. "You're squishing her."
He looked down at his niece and noticed her expression. The careful blankness of someone who had made a plan and was watching it go sideways in real time.
"Erica." He lowered his voice, leaning conspiratorially. "Do you know who this is? We'll deal with your stepmother's situation later. Point me to her when you find her, but right now I have more important—"
"But that's her." Erica tilted her head and pointed innocently, "She's standing right behind you."
Finn's brows furrowed, then he turned.
But Sabrina was no longer behind him. Then suddenly, his eyes landed on Miller.
One hand tucked casually into his pocket.
