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stop!" she shouted. "They'll hurt you."
    He froze instantly.
    "I want that bastard arrested for assault,"Blaine snarled as he wiped at the blood on his
    face. His nose was a total mess.
    "Don't worry," the officer said as he cuffed Wren's wrists together behind his back.
    "He's going straight downtown."
     
    Wren's face was stone as he said nothing in defense of himself.
    Marguerite was livid over this. "He wasn't doing anything wrong. They attacked him
    first."
    "Bullshit," another frat boy said as he wiped the blood from his lips. "He hitBlaine for
    no reason. We were just protecting our brother from being mauled by this animal."
    "He doesn't even belong here,"Blaine added. "He's town trash who was trespassing."
    The officer Wren had struck tightened the handcuffs to the point where she could see
    that they were biting into his wrists.
    Still Wren said nothing. Nor did he flinch or show any emotion whatsoever.
    "Are you a student here?" the officer asked him in an angry tone.
    Wren shook his head.
    "Then why are you on campus?"
    Wren didn't answer.
    The officer was getting even angrier as he tugged at Wren's cuffed hands. "Boy, you
    better answer me if you know what's good for you. Who invited you here?"
    Wren kept his gaze on the ground. "No one."
    "He was my guest," Marguerite said.
    Wren gave her a harsh stare. "She's lying. I don't even know her."
    Marguerite's heart clenched that he was trying to protect her so that she wouldn't get
    into trouble, too. As a student, she was responsible for anyone she invited onto campus.
    Meanwhile there was no telling what the police were going to do with him.
    She started to speak up and tell the truth, but the look on Wren's face kept her silent.
    She could tell he didn't want her to contradict him.
    A police car pulled up to the curb.
     
    Feeling completely helpless, she watched as they took Wren and placed him roughly
    into the car.
    "Wait until my lawyers get through with him,"Blaine said with a laugh. "That bastard
    will be serving a life sentence for this."
    She turned onBlaine with a lethal glare. "You are such an asshole. You can forgetever
    interning with my father. Hell will freeze over before you step one foot into his office."
    "Margeaux…"
    She wrenched her arm away from his grasp and headed in the direction of her car. She
    needed to find a lawyer for Wren. There was no way she was going to leave him in jail
    when he hadn't done anything other than protect himself.
    Six hours later, Marguerite hesitated in the police station as she felt a wave of fear go
    through her. She'd never been near such a place. It was cold and sterile. Eerie. More than
    that, it was frightening. She hoped that she never had to visit such a place again.
    As bad as it was for her to be here to get Wren out, she couldn't imagine how much
    worse it must be for him to be in the scarier part of the building with other men who'd been
    arrested for God only knew what.
    They had to get Wren out of here.
    "I told you, you should have stayed home, Ms. Goudeau," her attorney said. He was a
    short African-American with thinning hair that was dusted with gray. Very distinguished
    and accomplished, he was one of the most prominent attorneys inNew Orleans . Best of
    all, he was discreet, so no one, not even her father, would ever learn of this.
    Both she and Wren would be protected.
    She doubted Wren could afford his own counsel, and from what she knew of public
    defenders, they were often overworked. She wanted to make sure that Wren spent as little
    time here as possible. Luckily, she had enough money of her own to easily cover Mr.
    Givry's fees to get Wren out of this.
     
    "I think you should go on back home," Mr. Givry said as he urged her toward the
    door.
    "No," she said hastily. "I wanted to make sure he was okay myself."
    Looking less than pleased by her insistence, Mr. Givry led her to the desk where a
    female clerk sat wearing a police uniform. Even though the woman was heavyset, it was
    obvious