"Holland?" Soren said, pushing open the bakery door with his shoulder.
I looked up from Amir, startled. "Soren?"
He wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposed to be at the summit, probably still shaking hands or dodging small talk in one of the south wing corridors. The fact that he was standing in Elaine's doorway made no sense.
"How are you here?" he asked, walking straight to the table. "I swear I saw you just a minute ago at the summit."
"What?" I asked, genuinely confused.
Soren dropped into the chair across from me, rubbing the back of his neck. "I saw you with some other people. I think they were delegates from one of the smaller packs. You were walking toward the garden."
