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At the moment, the room was full of vaainst Ethan’s desk He was dressed in the Cadogan uniform--fitted black suit, white button-down shirt that contrasted against his dark skin and pale green eyes

Luc, the House’s guard captain, had tousled blond hair and the face and body of a well-practiced cowboy He’d been excused from the House’s black-suit dress code He wore jeans, boots, and a T-shirt with CADOGAN HOUSE GUARD CORPS printed in a circle across the front, the ie of a bacon rasher in the middle SAVIN’ YOUR BACON SINCE 1883 was printed across it He’d created the design because, to quote hiirlfriend and fellow guard, Lindsey, stood beside hiood friend Tonight, she’d paired neon yellow stilettos with her House uniforh ponytail and ss, she added a little flair to the otherwise unrelieved black

Juliet, another House guard, stood nearby with a bottle of green juice in hand She was petite and looked delicate, with cream and roses skin and red hair, but she was a ferocious and deter" would further enhance her butt-kicking abilities, and she’d tried to foist one of her liquid kale concoctions onthat looked like lawn clippings Besides, if I wasn’t pu my immortality

When we stepped into the doorway, the vae and Ethan’s own ripped and bloodied T-shirt

"You two can’t even go to a darabbed shirts for you," Lindsey said, offering folded black cotton toroom"

"You aren’t technically a Guard," Luc said to me, "but since you just took another shot on behalf of your House and Master, we figured you deserved one"

"That, and the fact that I train and ith you guys?"

Luc winked at unshots?" I asked

"Five," Ethan said He’d walked behind his desk, was scanning his computer screen "Peter had that prize Would that he’d been here for a sixth," he ry that he couldn’t deliver that sixth shot

Peter was a foran Guard who’d betrayed the House for Celina Desaulniers, the forht we’d had, I was deterht "And what’s the prize for beating the record?"

"House arrest," Ethan said He glanced up, smiled thinly "And you wouldn’t enjoy that, Sentinel"

No argument there

"Am I late?" A woman with dark skin and dark hair pulled back in a ponytail and wearing pink scrubs stood in the doorway Delia was the House’s doctor

"You’re right on time," Ethan said "Your patient awaits"

"Patient?" I asked

"Treatment, Sentinel Your wound should be addressed"

I didn’t like the way that sounded, especially since"I’m fine"

Delia walked toward me, a tray in her hands "Hello, Merit How are you?"

"Hello, Delia I’h I didn’t pass out this time" The last time, I’d hitat least" She put the tray on Ethan’s desk, then walked to the sink in the small bar in the bookshelves, washed her hands to the elbow I appreciated the effort, even if it seemed unlikely a vaers, she liftedback at Ethan, taking in the ripped shirt "Ho a suspect"