Daisy
“He’s early,” I muttered, flicking my gaze toward the long drive as I set down my magazine. My voice carried a sharp edge I didn’t bother softening. “He’s not supposed to arrive until two.”
Alara, my personal maid, gave a little shrug as she smoothed her brush through my hair.
“Punctuality is a good sign, I suppose.”
I hummed noncommittally. I wasn’t convinced. If anything, early meant overeager, and overeager meant annoying. My brothers knew I didn’t like people in my space unless it was on my terms, so why they had thought sending me a personal bodyguard was a good idea, I couldn’t begin to guess.
The sleek black car outside stopped, and the driver’s door opened. A heavy black boot hit the lawn, followed by the kind of man you didn’t just notice… you felt him. He unfolded him
