|Sage's POV|
The elevator pings and Roger walks out with Jackson on his tail. Both of them look a little concerned the moment their eyes meet mine.
I’ve sent Rosette for some grocery shopping, especially since I have no intention of letting her listen in on the conversation that I am about to have with my bodyguards.
“Sage, are you alright?” Roger asks me instantly as he reaches me, his military trained gaze scanning my frame for any injuries or signs of discomfort, “he didn’t hurt you in any manner right?” He asks me.
I furrow my brows, staring between the two of them with confusion, “no, why would he? I didn’t do anything wrong.” I say with a shrug.
“Yeah, but he’s not a violent person right? You think you’ll be safe here?” Jackson asks me, wanting to know as much as possible. I
