The double doors closed behind them, and June was shocked when the entire group stopped and crowded around him. Then again, if they attacked him then and there, he could vanish in an instant; he could even drag Alexander to vanish with him. He was not scared of them.
All the formerly smiling artists dropped their mouths into flat lines, their brows furrowing in suspicion. One of Wings' brightest stars crossed her arms on her chest. "June, come clean. Where are they? There's no way this is not connected to you."
"I don't know what you're talking about." June snorted at the hostility, his arm still wrung around Alexander's neck like a declaration of not letting the other go unscathed. "I don't even know whose keeper I'm getting mistaken as."
