Chapter One
I shut the door to our mini-apartment and sigh with relief. I let my bookbag slide the floor and make my way across the room to where Bryce is lounging on the small sofa.
"You're not much of a bodyguard, are you?" A smirk lifts the corner of my mouth.
He snorts and cracks open an eyelid. "What's left to guard, you already died on me," he quips.
"I think that makes you the worst one in history." I tap his legs to make him shuffle around so I can sit down.
"Hey, I'm not the first bodyguard to let their charge die. At least I brought you back to life too."
"Hmm. I suppose there is that. Perhaps I can forgive you," I tease as I drop down next to him.
He lifts an arm, and I shuffle closer, already excited at the thought of being near him. It's so much easier now he's stopped
