Chapter 45

"Master Tripp." Slade was still looking at his father. "I really think you ought to--"

"I really think you all ought to stand down!" Dorset boomed from the doorway and glared around the room when all eyes turned to him.

He really was quite impressive with his wide shoulders and his stern expression and his livery that notched up his inherent dignity like a knight from a tale. If he were maybe a few years younger and Lucas were maybe a few years older, he might think about--

Whoa. Down, boy. Sit.

"Cr醱a, your staff." Dorset calmly held out his hand.

Shockingly, Cr醱a merely lifted an eyebrow and handed it over.

Dorset narrowed his eyes at Slade and Mister Scontun. He pointed the staff at them. "Douse that magic."