Living as a bodyguard for a Whichan noble, Avvel is shocked and betrayed when her charge trades her for an Asku bodyguard willing to be his lover. She must take on her new position with dignity or shame her people, but life in the arms of an Asku is beyond what she expected.
Druin wanted the trainer of the elite Whichan guard to come and help the Asku retain a fading art. The trainer is a woman with a mystery surrounding her and there is nothing that Druin enjoys more than getting to the bottom of the woman who can kick his men into heaps on the ground. It’s love at first sight.
Avvel checked the tight braid of her hair and wove it into her signature bun. With the lines of her tunic straight, she left her quarters and went to the guard briefing.
“So, as most of you know, we are expecting the Asku here today. I want you to be alert and give off an aura of competence.” Avvel placed her hands on the table and glared at the guards who were seated.
“What are you going to be doing when we are acting competent?” Andros asked her.
“I am going to be keeping Lord Wester out of trouble.” Avvel sighed and looked at the clock. “And I am already late getting him out of bed.”
Avvel dismissed the guard and walked through the palace on her way to Lord Wester’s private chamber. As she paused outside the door she could hear moans and groans and sighs coming from within. Steeling herself, she took her courage into her own hands and opened the door.
Wester was occupied with his plaything of the moment. The gorgeous blonde was on his knees before his lordship and was currently unable to comment on her sudden appearance in the room.
“Lord Wester, it’s time for breakfast. The Asku contingent will be here within the hour. Please make yourself presentable and make sure that your companion has something more substantial to consume before he leaves.”
Wester groaned and shuddered as he came with his fingers woven in his lover’s hair. He spoke through gritted teeth, “Avvel, if you engaged in more of this sort of thing, you wouldn’t be nearly so uptight.”
“Lord Wester, if I engaged in this particular type of activity, I would not be the head of your guard and you will have been dead three times over in the last year.”