~SARA~
"Here you go, ma'am," the gentleman says, handing the bag of ice to me.
I take it and press it to my cheek, wincing at the sting as I adjust myself on the table.
"You're lucky the contents of the mist were just pepper spray," he continues, taking a step back. "The effect should be wearing off by now."
Yeah, right.
Through my almost-cleared vision, I take a look at him.
Black suit. Black shoes. White shirt tucked in neatly. A tie. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. About six feet tall.
Alex is slightly taller.
I press the ice against my cheek again. "I don't think we've been introduced?"
He clears his throat and place one palm over the other, standing at ease. "Joseph Cain. The new guard assigned for your protection."
I nod. "Well, Joseph, nice to meet you."
He nods in return.
I sh
