Elowen gestured to the two women standing beside her. "These are the guards I have chosen for you,"
Mikhailis couldn't help but let a wry smile slip across his face when his eyes settled on Serelith, standing beside Queen Elowen. She returned his look with a sly grin, the kind that asked, "Do you have a problem with that?" He turned his gaze away, trying not to be drawn into whatever mischief Serelith was plotting in her head. His eyes then fell upon the other person—a redhead with her hair tied neatly into a braid.
