“Brock will not be accompanying you. I will.” His words contained so much frost I could’ve used them to carve an ice sculpture. “His job is to stay out of sight and keep you safe. Nothing else. Has he been doing his job, Stella?” I sensed it was a trick question. “Yes?” I ventured. I didn’t know what raised Christian’s hackles, but I didn’t want to get Brock fired. “Good.”
