Mr. Samuel paced back and forth around his office, letting out a troubled sigh at the news Luka and Keisha had just broken to him. Jerking his head toward the students who sat with grim expressions in front of his desk, he furrowed his brows.
"How sure are you about this? Are you absolutely certain?"
"We are," Keisha responded, sharing a look with the pureblood beside her. "The next attack is going to be at the concert."
"That's not good," Mr. Samuel mused, to which the other man just rolled his eyes.
"No shit, Sherlock. That's why we're here. We need to shut this thing down."
The dean let out another deep sigh, running his fingers through his neatly styled hair. "I'm afraid we can't do that."
"Why not?"
"The school already gave permission to the local district months ago to hand out the permit for the concert. It's too late to cancel, as the process to revoke the permit needs at least fourteen days to complete."
