His Forbidden Guard
"I've hired Daveson as your personal guard. He starts Monday."
The room held this.
Leonard's expression did not change in any dramatic way. It shifted, slightly, in the specific way of a face absorbing information it does not welcome, and then it was composed again, and he looked at Daveson with the full, direct, unconcerned quality of someone who has decided that a thing is not worth the energy of a real reaction.
"I don't need a guard," he said.
"Evidently you do," Lissa said. "You were standing in the sight line tonight, Leonard."
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