"You heard him! They need you!"
Dion grabbed onto the guard's report like a drowning man clutching a lifeline. He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the blood running down the side of his face. "Jenna, you have to come back with me. We save the people first. We can deal with the rest later."
I looked at him. "Are you ordering me?"
He choked on his words.
His tone immediately dropped, adopting a sickly sweet desperation. "It isn't an order, Jenna. It's a plea. A request."
From the doorway, Selena let out a wretched, rattling laugh.
"A request?" Selena mocked, her face smeared with ruined makeup. "Five minutes ago, you were ready to drag her back by her hair!"
Dion snarled, his fangs flashing. "You don't have the right to speak!"
Selena fought against the guards holding her, her eyes bu
