“Have you seen them yet?” I asked. “The Turans?” “Not yet. But I just met with your father.” His jaw clenched. “He informed me that the Guardian traveled with the rangers.” “The Guardian.” My jaw dropped as my stomach twisted. “The Guardian. He’s here? In Roslo?” “Apparently,” Banner clipped. Oh, hell. This was bad. This was the reason my fiancé had come out for a ride. We might not be in love, we might not even be considered friends, but there were a few things I’d learned about Banner during our engagement. He was unfailing in his loyalty to Father. He loved the status that came with his
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Well he’s a grump
