Snatching the hair clip, that she had decided not to wear for the interview, off the counter top, her grumbles ceased. Flipping her hands back into her hair, Persephone rapidly wound her hair into a tight mass, and slapped the clip to the back of her head to contain her cascading hair. She took an angry breath and thought of more colorful names to call her father.
When she threw the bathroom door open she was not expecting to see the suite's door open again. She was not expecting to see eight armored and one clothed Guardsmen clustered around the door to her suite's bedroom. She was not expecting to see the suite's outside rooms crowded by mercenaries mixed with armed Home Guard troops straining to see over each other's shoulders.
And she was definitely not expecting to see Samson si
