"Your boss?" She whipped around, as if slapped, following Pete, and she reached for his arm. Her grip was hard, panicked, and she pulled, demanding his attention. "The fuck you mean, 'your boss'?" He couldn't mean Vlad. It wasn't possible that Lena and Vlad --
Her mind refused the possibility, throwing up a stony wall of denial, and Kiki dug her perfectly manicured nails into Peter's arm, desperate.