Mr. Dawson stepped in front of me, blocking the leader’s path. “She won’t be going anywhere.”
“What would you have me do, Michael?” he said. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I’d seen him before.
“She’s done nothing wrong, Trent.” As soon as Dastien said his name, it clicked. He was the one from the bookstore.
“Dude. You’re in trouble too,” Trent said.
Dastien stood shoulder to shoulder with Mr. Dawson. I had to peek between them to see what was going on. “Fine. This is my fault. I’ll go on trial. Alone.”
“Everyone needs to calm down,” Mr. Dawson said. “No one is going anywhere.”
Trent reached for something in his back pocket. “I’ve got orders from
—”
“I’m sure Rupert is forgetting that Sebastian and Donovan have already
met and evaluated the situation here.”
Trent’s
