“My job is head of the royal guard.” Harold’s voice brought Lark back to the present. Or future, depending on how one looked at it. “Protecting King Avi and Franklin is ultimately my responsibility. I wasn’t there that day, and several of the Wysteria Corps had been bribed by Casimer to become traitors. If it weren’t for you…” Harold cleared his throat. “The kingdom of Lothar owes you a debt she can never repay.”
Lark shook her head. “I just happened to be the person there at the right time. Or maybe the wrong time.” She chuckled.
“I’ve always wondered what possessed you to jump into the fray instead of running away,” Harold said.
They were still sitting on the comfortable chairs in the front of the vacation bus, but the tiger cub had worked her way behind Lark’s back to play with her l
