By the time I turned around to look at the bodyguard I’d had to use my one and only favor on, his hands were at the scarf around his neck. He was tightening it for some reason. His cheeks were more flushed than any other time I had seen, and the tendons in his hands popped with restraint. And his gaze… it had been on the ground, his lips thin.
Bro someone pls tell me what the deal is I’m begging
