Who The Hell Are You?

DASHIELL

"Are they here for the seals?" Dakota asks, her brows furrowed. I am certain that they have come to find the seals. Even so, I would never let them get their hands on it.

"It doesn't matter. They're never going to find it," I breathe, sitting up in bed.

Dakota rises to her feet, running her fingers through her red hair. She pauses to look at me, a perturbed look in her eyes.

"What are you going to do? They're here already. If they have an official warrant, nothing will stop them from ransacking this place."

The ringing of the doorbell continues with more intensity than before.

"We know you can sense us, Mr. Gryphon. Open the door, or we will break in!" Madam Noir's shrill voice rings through the air. Annoyed, I storm towards the door. Dakota follows behind me, oozing with anxiety.

"Are you just going to let her in?" She asks.

"You heard them. They will break in if I don't let them in," I respond.

"But--"

I halt, turning to look at her. She bumps into me, her forehead col