4
JOSEPH, THE GUARDIAN
“I’m pretty sure I do,” I firmly answered him furrowing my brow. He removed his glasses and narrowed his dark eyes at me. His brown color contrasted with the light color of his hair. He was a tall, brawny fellow, wider built like a football player, most guardians1 fell under the same profile.
“So quick to temper they warned me about you.”
I had that quizzical look on my face wondering just who the hell he was and who had been talking about me.
“You’re easy on the eyes, too.” He smiled. “Definitely a handsome one.”
“Huh?”
He laughed now. “I’m Joseph,” he answered my silent question. I often wondered if guardians were made within the labs, instead of recruited like the hunters.
“I’ve been assigned as your guardian. I’m sure Dr. Nicholson, already informed you a
