When they were finally ready for dinner, the group paraded out of Zhinu’s suite to join the crowd streaming toward the main banquet hall. Many of them stared at Victory and Mikelos, trading unsubtle remarks about the unfamiliarity of Mikelos’ suit and the objectionable view of her own legs under the slit red robe—evidently the style was worn over more robes. She gave no indication that she understood.
Mikelos was perceptive enough to get the gist of it. He rolled his eyes at her and grinned.
One of Victory’s initial worries about accepting a bodyguard gig while bonded to a daywalker had been the split in attention. How could she devote herself to her client if her first priority would always be Mikelos?
Her nerves were shot as the number of people around them, both courtiers and servant
