Maconahay, her personal guard, and Cassia are discussing the need for more bodyguards besides him.
“Too many and not enough.”
“You’ll need to pick one eventually, guarding me seven days a week during all waking hours is going to burn you out.” She turned and walked toward the family quarters up several more flights of stairs.
“The decision can’t be rushed,” Maconahay said quietly.
She bit back a smile before looking over her shoulder. “I trust you, Captain, I know you’ll pick the correct people.”
Her words didn’t reassure him judging by his deepening frown. “A personal guard is the perfect person to take out a royal.”
“Do you really think any of your candidates are assassins?”