Bodyguard From Lorax Novels & Stories

"You must be joking! How can this fox be a guardian immortal—" Before he could finish, the fox lashed out, clawing at Tanner's face. "Damn it!" Startled, Tanner released the fox, and Chad quickly caught her. The fox calmed down immediately upon seeing Chad. Furious at being attacked by a fox, Tanner said, "You little brat! Daring to attack me? I'll kill you!" He moved to finish off the fox, but Chad blocked him and placed the fox back in Nancy's arms. Tanner, not used to being defied, especially as a member of the Mystic Bureau Nine, said, "Kid, if you want my protection, let me kill this fox. Otherwise, I won't care about you!"

Roxy grabs her children and pulls them into her arms. "He wants the egg," Cantor says. "I couldn't protect the egg and my brother." His lips tremble and even with the terror I feel, my heart breaks for him. I don't have time to reassure him because Acasia screaming Bastian's name sends additional terror through my heart. "We will protect the boys with our lives," Sierra says. There are two male bear shifters standing behind her. I see the look in Roxy's eyes. She doesn't want to leave her children.

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His ears perked up, catching the faint direction of the movement, and his eyes snapped directly to the source of the sound in the thick brush. Before I could even blink, he shifted his weight, shielding me completely—even though I was the bodyguard who was supposed to be protecting him—with his towering figure. I was still processing the sudden noise, my mind racing, while he was already in full action mode. He scanned the bushes like they held lethal weapons—like our worst nightmare lay right behind them, waiting to pop out and ruin us. The sound came again, this time louder and longer, the snapping of a small twig echoing in the quiet clearing.

The new bodyguard was a woman. Jason didn't know whether to be insulted or amused. "You've got to be kidding me." He looked from his grandmother's smiley face to the tomboy standing at attention like a soldier reporting for duty. "Her?" "Her name is Jenna Smith," Helena said. "And she comes highly recommended." "She could as well be one of my fitness coaches." "Fitness coaches don't have her training." Jason moved in a circle around Jenna slowly. She didn't flinch or move, she just stood still.

We had just finished setting the large mats under the open sky when the hunting squad returned, shifting back into their human forms. I could tell something was wrong before they even fully shifted. I handed Mila and Lily towels to wipe off some of the dirt. All of them stood around, looking equal parts nervous and terrified. Lily who would have started tasting every dish looked like she was one rough push away from vomiting. "Did something happen?" One of the elder, Jackson asked, his voice low as his eyes darted across the squad. Gabriel slowly came from behind the squad, slightly shaking. He had blood on his fingers where his claws would have been.

A shard of glass hurtled through the air and cut through his suit before opening a wound on the back of his hand. The bodyguard stopped moving immediately. Zachary turned around, worried that the rings were broken. They were not. He was relieved, but his breathing quickened. Then, he swiveled around and jabbed a finger at the bodyguard. "Watch where you're swinging! Don't kill anyone here!" The shop looked like nothing less than a ruined field razed by a hurricane, and now Zachary was acting every part the protective father over something precious. It was bizarre, to say the least.

I caught a light whiff of his cedarwood cologne as he trailed his lips down my neck. When Leonardo noticed my unresponsiveness, he pulled back with a frown and observed me, “What's wrong, Lexi?” he asked. “Nothing,” I tried to summon a reassuring smile, but I knew he wasn't buying it. Just then, my bodyguard entered the room after disposing of the shopping bags. He leaned in and whispered something into Leonardo's ear. My palms turned slick with sweat as I bit my lips nervously, watching his face turn into a mask of icy fury.

I cried out. Rori snarled as she lept knocking the much smaller animal away from the boys. Her warrior gaurd reached them just as more figures poured from the trees. He immidiately shifted and I almost screamed as a huge brown bear was now tossing animals aside. My gaurd still wouldn't let me as my eyes locked to Luca. He was crouched on the ground with Teddy in a huddle. Both boys had terror etched across their faces as Rori's wolf and the bear stood between them and the animals. "There El Nahual coyotes." the royal gaurd holding me grunted out.

I replayed the scene again—unwillingly. The way she froze. The way her breath caught when I asked who she was talking to. That split second before she tried to recover. People didn’t freeze like that unless they were hiding something. I took a slow sip of the whiskey, the burn doing nothing to settle the irritation coiled tight in my chest. I had interrogated executives, ruined competitors, dismantled empires built by men twice my age without my pulse ever spiking like this. So why did a bodyguard—my bodyguard—have my nerves stretched thin?