"I'm Dexter's guardian, Mr. Martin. You have no right to decide on my behalf!" I stood protectively before Dexter and looked at the bodyguards warlly.
"Who the hell do you think you are? Are you even worthy of speaking to Mr. Martin? He's the one calling. the shots now!" Someone stepped forward to speak up on Martin's behalf.
It was within my expectations. Dexter had cut off their benefits, which had pissed everyone off.
Dexter looked sharply at the person who'd spoken. It was as if he were looking at a corpse.
"If you want blood to be shed, you can go ahead and try me." I remained before Dexter. I wasn't going anywhere.
Martin didn't care about my survival, of course. He was only here to aggravate Dexter and see whether Dexter was really insane. They were both trying to get a feeling of each other's bottom lines, and I was a hurdle in Martin's way.
