Chapter 53
The scene in Rhys Larsen's home office would have been comical to anyone who didn't know better. Two of the most lethal men in private security—warriors who'd served in special forces, survived combat situations that would have killed most people, and were trained to neutralize threats with ruthless efficiency—were currently on their hands and knees being used as transportation by a five-year-old wearing a custom-made mask decorated with silver stars.
"Faster, Sir Orion!" the boy commanded, his small hands gripping Orion's shoulders as the massive bodyguard crawled across the hardwood floor with surprising dignity. "The dragon is gaining on us!"
"I'm going as fast as I can, young lord," Orion replied with perfect seriousness, his tone suggesting he was discussing military str
