I knocked on the door, my heart racing, the memory of Nala's brother and that fucked-up scene at the convention still gnawing at me. But as soon as the door cracked open and Delilah's face peeked through, everything else faded. Her eyes, wide and nervous, scanned me quickly.
"Evan," she said, her voice low, cautious. "Ivy's not with you, right?"
"Nope," I replied, leaning against the frame. "Like I told you, she's off for a few hours."
