Whatever was going on, Sasha didn’t want him as an audience and turned his way. “As you can see, I’m here and I’m safe. You can go now.”

His scowl deepened and Dina spoke. “Let him stay. He’ll be on set. He should know what’s going on.”

“What is going on? Is someone going to tell me?” Sasha strode over to the cocktail table by the sofa and put her purse down before leveling her team, one by one, with a hard stare.

Cassidy looked the most worried.

“Cass?”

Her friend sighed. “I ordered dinner, and while I was waiting, I took a shower. When I came out, a note had been slipped under the door. I thought it was a bill they’d put for you to look over even though we weren’t checking out soon.” She twisted her hands in front of her.

“It wasn’t?” This came from Xander.

Sasha had almost forgotten he was there. Almost.

“No, it wasn’t.” Dina, who stood by the window, stepped in closer. “You received a note,” she said to Sasha.

“Can I see?”

The other women looked at each other before Dina pulled a sealed plastic bag from her tote. “Just preserving evidence as best I can,” she said.

“Evidence?” Sasha took the bag and looked at the paper with the words You’re Mine on the page. Each letter, individually cut out and pasted on the paper, had a different computer font.

“Jesus Christ,” Xander said from behind her, his big body vibrating with anger.

“Someone sent this to me?” she asked, unease rippling through her.

“Yes,” Dina said.

Sasha blew out a long breath, trying to be rational. “Okay, well, we all know celebrities get notes from obsessed fans all the time. It doesn’t mean–”

“It means someone reached your floor and got as far as your door. Which is why I said you need security,” Xander all but growled in her ear.

“We’ll get to that,” Rebecca said.

Dina cleared her throat. “Unfortunately, this isn’t the first note you’ve gotten that has this… possessive tone.”

Sasha’s mail was sent through Dina’s agency. They vetted each piece and forwarded on to Cassidy what was important. It helped keep both Sasha’s and Cassidy’s life manageable and the crazies at a distance.

“How many more notes has she gotten?” Xander stepped around Sasha and pulled the bag out of Dina’s hand.

The publicist shifted from foot to foot in her expensive heels. “We run her social media accounts, and I have someone pulling the messages and actual fan snail mail as we speak. But quite a few.”

Anger and concern rushed through Sasha. She paid these people to handle things and report back to her. If they didn’t, how could she know she was safe? “Why wasn’t I told about them?”