"Ms. Nicholson, did you come here because you wanted something from me?" Dustin asked when he saw how tense the atmosphere was.

"What, do I have to have a reason for coming here?" Dahlia glared at him.

"I didn't mean that." He looked awkward.

"Whatever. Let's get down to business—you know Dr. Rowan Cross, right? I want to ask him to examine someone." Dahlia stopped beating around the bush.

"Examine someone?" Dustin sized her up, then checked her pulse. Confused, he said, "Aside from your