Marion stepped forward, pressing a gun to Solomon's jaw and forcing his head up.
"Where did you come from?" he demanded.
The pressure was suffocating. Solomon couldn't breathe.
This version of Marion was simply awe-inspiring.
I jumped in. "We're not with the Illuminati. We're your fans."
Marion glanced at me. His eyes carried a chilling, murderous intensity that made me shrink.
"High schoolers, huh? Their clothes are weird." Randy inspected our outfits.
Erica, on the other hand, seemed intrigued. "Pretty trendy. How did I miss this brand's new line?"
Solomon and I wore limited-edition fall gear from a well-known brand. She recognized it as she circled us.
"We're not high schoolers," I said. "We're in college."
"Which one?"
"Arcane Academy."
Randy glanced at Debra. "You've got some juniors here."
She graduated from Arcane too, but beyond that, I didn't know much.
She stepped closer. "Last chance. Why are you tailing us?"
"We..." Before I could finish, Solomon cut in. "We heard you guys are badass, so we wanted to pick a fight."
"What kind of logic is that, Uncle Randy?" I argued.
Randy blinked, pointing at himself. "Uncle? Do I look that old?"
I didn't know what to say.
He turned to Debra and said, "Feed them to the sharks."
"They're just kids. Let them go." Debra waved a hand.
The bodyguards untied Solomon and me.
She added, "Don't wander around. The docks aren't safe lately. Go back to school."
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