“And I can't ask you to leave everything to live here—especially as a hostage,” Ian said.
Lizzie’s brows puckered. “Were you going to leave?”
“No. I don’t know.” He paused. “I don’t like the idea of us being so far apart. I don’t like the thought that someone might attack you while you’re out and about.” He shrugged. “But I hadn’t actually thought of leaving.”
At least that was what he thought. Could Jeffrey have seen otherwise?
Jeffrey did know most of them better than anyone else. He’d trained them, after all.
Perhaps after his absence over the last few days, the Elders were afraid that he was planning a life outside of the Chosen.
Perhaps Cecilia and Lizzie were right: Jeffrey wanted Ian close so he could keep an eye on him. And there was no better guarantee that he would stay tha
