...Emile pov…

He sighed and his expression softened. He took my shoulders in his hands, looking deep into my eyes. "I understand that," he said. "But I want to keep you safe, too. And I think the best way to do that is to get out of here as quickly as possible."

I took a deep breath and nodded, finally giving in. I climbed into the back of the taxi, feeling grateful for Dickinson's concern for my safety.

Dickinson started the car and pulled away from the curb, but we were quickly stopped by the police who were trying to clear the area.

I watched as Dickinson spoke with the...