Isabelle comes to a halt, turning back to meet my eyes. She and Sage stand trapped between the Dumont brothers and my little cluster of weres and witches. I'm frozen, not sure what to do. They are supposed to be gone, banished by my grandfather. I didn't give the Dumonts another thought, not after Oleksander told them to leave. What are they still doing here? The boys come closer, Jean Marc's cleverness obvious in the tiny smile on his face. He knows something ...