“Why do I feel like you’re not a guardsmith?” Mikail says to me. Sora looks over as well. “Because he’s not. Not really,” Aeri says. Mikail’s sharp eyes bounce from me to her. “Then how are you two involved? Romantically?” I fight the blood that threatens to race to my cheeks. “She’s paying me to guard her.” I glance over at her legs… Face, I mean. Face. “It’s just not what I normally do.”
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