Chapter Eight
Gedeon was glad his head was bowed so his barely concealed grin wasn’t obvious to Lord Jairo. He shouldn’t be gloating over the Guardians’ failure. Their failure would only irk Lord Jairo, but his ego couldn’t accept the humans accomplishing what he had failed at.
“What do you mean the Guardians failed to take her?” Lord Jairo asked, the anger clear.
“The Chosen who rescued her took down the Guardians.”
“The Chosen who rescued the girl had stayed with her?”
Gedeon frowned at the amusement in Lord Jairo’s voice.
“I wonder why.”
“I think the Chosen’s besotted with the girl.”
Lord Jairo laughed. “Young love. Passionate but fragile. Stand, Gedeon.”
Gedeon rose.
“Go. Convince the boy to turn her over to the Guardians.”
“He may not be willing, my lord.” Gedeon was about
