Babysitting a beautiful young banshee shouldn’t have even been on his list of duties to Bilé, and definitely wasn’t his idea of a good time. The things I let myself get talked into and I can’t even blame my brother this time. Nope, this time it’s all me. I had to up and join his protective detail. I’m a warrior, dammit! Tugging his flask of his ambrosia-laced wine from his pocket, he took a quick swig of it then pocketed it again. “Why such a face, young Flannery? Braelyn isn't giving you more trouble than you bargained for, is she?” Bilé’s well modulated tone was like fingernails over a chalkboard. Flannery paused to scowl at him. “I’m a warrior, not a babysitter.” The corner of Bilé’s mouth twitched. “Just consider yourself a member of your topside Royal Protection squad. The court believes she’s my god-daughter and nothing more. If it gets out I want to meet with her, danger will rise. You know how unsettled the court is at the moment after Rancin’s last attack. In addition I’ve tried to keep my actual relationship to Braelyn a secret.
