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I clear my throat quietly and bring myself to focus as she repeats herself once more. “Alpha Wade,” she says slowly, making sure I am paying attention this time. “I, Aliauna Fletcher, 115th Guardian of the Guardian sect, bind myself to you. It is my honor and my mission to protect you at all costs, My life is forfeit if it means that you may survive. My blade and my body are weapons for you to use as protection. I am your shield, your sword, and your confidant.” She takes the stone dagger off the pillow between us and she lifts it up to the sky.

Beginning to circle him slowly as though to appraise the worth of the assets within his possession, she submitted a counteroffer instead, “How about that shadow in your care?” “Selphir?” Cazer replied, unable to completely negate the natural rise in his voice as he asked the question. There was the vague cruel parting of her lips again as she answered, “The shadow of the Moon Gate Guardian.” Aware now that she had meant Chiri Krane’s shadow. Cazer’s eyes pinched into a severe glare as his head turned to regard the morbid Guardian who circled him.

also spoke of the pack killer's protector." I told Atlas. "I knew he had something to do with your disappearance. I know that you are the moonstone guardian and Kara I am your protector as well. But I know where you are now. I know that the mountain range happens to be on the land of Bishop's. I will come and get you my aruna. Just hold on, I'll be there tonight." he told me. "Be safe, Atlas. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you." I told him. "I will," he replied. And with that he cut off the link just in time as Elder Bishop came back into the room. "So did you get a chance to look at the book?" he asked me. I didn't respond to him. I just looked at him with a glare. Al

That felt like a dagger piercing my heart repeatedly. Actually, I am a guardian to a mafia king, Romano Starvo. We called him Lord Romano, but not me. I called him father. He found me on the lying road almost lifeless when I was ten and kept me under his roof. In return, I served him. I became his right hand, and he was the only person who knew my real identity.

The death of Cone and some of his brothers became a tale and lesson to young children under the moonlight while Arnold was the hero for thousands of slaves. I couldn't imagine that Fatou and I could be pals. We got along more than I could have ever thought as she came visiting from her country to keep me company twice since Arnold was mostly busy. Although Anastasia was always around to cheer me up, she also had her lover, Abel to attend to. Destiny isn't a thing that we could look over. The one I had thought I had lost forever became the one who is my guardian and mate. These days I have been exhausted.

“Girl? You once told me that you were married and divorced and married again. You were drunk that day, but I think you were telling the truth. I’m thinking he might even be a French assassin with all the shroud of secrecy that he's cloaked in.” I chuckled under my breath, but it didn't reach my eyes. “He wasn't French.” “Still an assassin?” I didn’t reply. I never liked to remember Zachary or think about him. As a young schoolgirl girl with a silly crush on her enigmatic guardian, I did a lot of that. However the tiniest thought of him makes me angry and uneasy. Lenny studied me for a moment, her face softening. “You never told me who really was?”

Until they landed on me. He didn’t look impressed. “Bram, you’re here,” Dad said. My stomach twisted. Please don’t tell me this is a fucking therapist. I don’t have a mental issue. “Renzo,” he turned toward me, “this is Bram Hale. Your new bodyguard.” I blinked. “Body—what?” Mom stepped in quickly. “Honey, it’s just until we figure out who—who did this. Someone obviously wants your dead and we can’t take any chances.”

Adrien Cross’s hand wouldn’t stop shaking. The phone lit up his palm, the screen too bright in the dim office, and was stabbing at his eyes. The words stuck, twisting in his gut like glass he couldn’t spit out: Look closer, Adrien. The traitor’s already in your bed. He read it again, like maybe he had gotten it wrong. He hadn’t. His stomach twisted, heat crawled up his throat, his breath coming out rough like his chest had closed shut. He just stood there in the office.

As we approached the school gates, Anna turned to us, "You know, I think I need to tell you guys something." Nova and I exchanged a curious glance, "What is it?" I asked. Anna hesitated, "It's about my job at the club... there's something I haven't told you." Anna hesitated, "It's about my job at the club... there's something I haven't told you." Nova and I exchanged a curious glance, "What is it?" I asked. Anna took a deep breath, "I'm not just a waitress. I'm also... a guardian." Nova's eyes widened, "A guardian? What do you mean?"