Louis
I wondered what kind of mischief Daphne was up to. I felt like we had somehow entered into a new kind of chess game, a mental one. So she wanted Nash to train with my warriors? Why? What was she trying to accomplish? I was trying to see three or four moves ahead to see what her plan was.
My first, knee-jerk reaction was to reject the suggestion. Not because I was worried about Nash getting insider secrets from my training program. Rather, I was legitimately concerned that he might get hurt. Yes, he was tall and strong, but even the toughest human was no match for claws and fangs on the battlefield. The idea that some muscle-headed soldier of mine might accidentally injure him made me feel a little sick to my stomach.
My need to protect him was as real as my need to keep Da
