ALESTER:
"Who are you?"
Alester asked, eyeing up the man. The man was a few years older than him, probably mid-20s, and sat one ankle crossed over his knee on the chair next to the bed. His clothes looked both form-fitting and studious, but slightly disheveled in an 'on purpose' playboy-type way. He was reading what looked like a bundle of papers stapled together. Did Phiona bring him to the wrong room?
The man looked up in shock with a cocky smile on his face while Alester surveyed the room. It was pretty empty and unlived in. Had Phiona really taken him to the wrong room? He almost thought she had, but then he noticed Samantha asleep on the bed. The bed that was right next to the roguish disheveled man.
Alester let out a loud growl. His eyes narrowed and he could feel himself shaking with anger. He bared his teeth. Phiona gripped his arm even tighter and took a step that placed herself behind him, using him as a human shield.
