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“Someone needs to guard the door.”
Dee paced a path into the carpet. Having exhausted all arguments, she’d faced going along with the boys’ plan of how they might get her to let go.
Ironically, this relaxation plan, so far, only caused more stress.
This point of guarding the door came from latent paranoia about Graffias. She didn’t believe he’d accepted getting kicked out—her wonder about what he might do added new layers to her nightmares.
“We could call a unit down to handle it.”
Dee’s eyes explained how she wouldn’t trust another group to watch the door. She’d been betrayed by bodyguards before. Trusting the four here was enough of a struggle.
There was a moment of silence as the Soldiers realized at least one of them would have to forego this first encounter. Their plan that
