She swept past her, a faint smile playing across her lips at Helena's worry. "No," she said. "You're not keeping me from anything."
She began taking the stairs down, glancing up at Helena on the flight behind her as she rounded the corner. "Do you always shop alone?" Yes, where was this idiot husband she'd heard so much about? She didn't think he would be a problem, hadn't even factored him into her plans since he hadn't established himself as a threat of any kind, but it would be good to know how involved he was with Helena.
She hadn't had any visions about him. In everything she'd seen of Helena, she'd been alone. Or with Vlad.