I walk swiftly toward the Warlord's chambers, trailed by my two guards, Kingston and Denny. When we stop outside of the massive door, I glance over my shoulder at the men. They stop and take up sentry positions on either side of the door. I find it curious that Wolfe doesn't post guards outside of his own door, yet he insists I take mine everywhere. I wonder if they're for my own safety or everyone else's.
Regardless, I find myself growing closer to my two guards by the day, relying more and more on their presence. Though my brand-new city council is all female, these two men play an important role by shadowing my every step, taking note of my needs and providing whatever I desire. Everything except my freedom.
I don't bother knocking on the door before pushing it open. The doors lead d
