“You two aren’t actually going to fight, are you?” I asked warily. I turned to Xander. “They’re not actually going to fight, are they?” “Who can say?” Xander replied merrily. “But perhaps you and I should wait outside in case this gets ugly.” “I’m not going anywhere,” I insisted. “Jameson, this is ridiculous.” “Not my call, Heiress.” “Grayson!” I said. He turned to look at me. “I really would prefer you wait outside.”
