This is going to be a hassle.
“Three.”
“Five at the least.”
“Killian, no one is going to invade NYU. I don’t need an army to protect me,” I argued.
“Three aren’t nearly enough.” He shook his head, showing no signs of budging.
We arrived at headquarters, and he led me to the training area—which, to my surprise, wasn’t what I imagined. Everyone here was over the age of consent and looked like they could easily blend into a college setting. Eva, whom I’d already met, was among them.
I was handed their profiles—career history, previous jobs, missions completed. All of them had been shortlisted to be my ‘guard.’ Killian’s original plan involved seven people. Ridiculous. We’d been debating this for over an hour, and while he had agreed to bring it down to five, even that felt like too much
