Oh, good. Leander did everything he could to look relaxed and not like he was bracing himself.
“This is not exactly fair, you realize.”
“No. But it doesn’t have to be. Go. If for no other reason than he has to be uncomfortable out there waiting.”
Her body language was 100 percent different. She’d gone from acting like a teenager to acting like an adult; she didn’t flounce but stalk; she wasn’t sulking, she was considering. She walked up to Leander and held out her hand. “Hi. I’m Sylvanie.” Continue reading
The car ride lasted longer than he thought it ought to, winding through the city and into a neighborhood where there were actual lawns, through a gate they had to buzz through and into the detached garage next to a big house or a small mansion. “All right. No orders on behavior but I’m going to warn you, we do have a cat, she liked jumping on people, and she is often far too sharp.”
“Sir.” Leander raised his eyebrows. “A cat?” Continue reading
“I want my daughter safe. I want her safe no matter what.”
Leander was not the sort of guy to shiver, but something about his employer’s – Owner’s – words made him want to. He studied the man’s face. “You’re serious.”
“Deathly serious. You are not my life insurance, because I’m not that vain, and because I’m old enough to look after myself. But you’re my insurance for her. Understand?”
“Yes, sir. Crystal clear. Keep your daughter alive despite herself. Even when the shit hits the fan.”
“You don’t seem bothered.” Continue reading
There was paperwork, or at least the sort that involved moving small pieces of green paper between people. It wasn’t like this place wanted a trail.
And then there was the woman who had trapped him originally passing his ownership over, and then there was the matter of removing the shackles, the leather belt, the ankle restraints, and the thick steel collar. The woman paused for a moment, raised her eyebrows. Continue reading
Leander looked the man up and down. He was not in a place where he could look very intimidating, but he did his best.
The man did no look intimidated. Leander’s opinion of him went up a notch. “So, are you interested?”
Leander’s opinion went up yet another notch. “I’m not in a position to have an opinion on things.”
“You are definitely in a position to have opinions, or you would not have started this discussion by telling me what you didn’t do. The question is: do you do bodyguard work?’ Continue reading
Leander looks a bit like a a Pitch Black-era Vin Diesel in my head.
This is just fluff fun based on something that’s been bouncing around in my head for a while.
“I don’t do guys.”
Leander was not exactly in a position to set terms.
He was wearing, in order of importance, a thick steel collar, a much thinner silver collar, shackles pinning his wrists to a heavy leather belt, and ankle restraints with just enough chain to be annoying. Continue reading