“Before you go anywhere with my niece, I want names, full legal names,” Rory demanded. They all hesitated. I looked to Isaac, trying to be encouraging. They started around the circle. “Isaac Turner.” “Ezekiel Blackthorn.” “Ethan Turner.” “Miles Huntington.” “Asher Westfell.” They all waited in silence as we heard typing. I suddenly got an idea of what Rory was doing. “Rory, you’re not-”
