Ethan
“How do I tell her?” I asked Elijah.
He chuckled and shook his head.
“She’s not going to like it, and from what we’ve seen on the training field, she doesn’t need one,” Elijah said.
I remember the way she looked. I was thoroughly surprised when she came strutting onto the field the first day. The way she held her own against her opponents honestly blew me away. I’ve always seen her as fragile and needing my protection but the woman I saw on the field was not who I knew.
And yet.
“Every Queen needs one,” I press.
“Every mortal Queen,” he blocked.
I sigh.
“She needs a bodyguard,” I said.
“Look, why don’t we talk about what this is all really about?” Elijah asks, getting straight to the root of the problem.
I remained silent and yanked my hands from my pockets, as I started pacing back and forth in the lobby near the elevator. It was storming outside and I could hear the rain as it came down with a vengeance.
