Twelve
In front of the closed door of Kingdom’s office, Whistle grasped her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed her knuckles. Nodding, Tasa clasped his hand tightly and moved behind him.
“Don’t be afraid,” he assured her gently. She didn’t know Kingdom, and he could see how it might be daunting, but Whistle had trusted him with his life on more than one occasion. And with the training Kingdom got from Sage regarding survivors, he wasn’t going to throw Tasa back to the dogs. Of that Whistle was certain.
But he understood her fear.
“It’s my life,” she stated in a strained tone.
“I’d never let anything happen to you,” he promised as he tugged her into his side. Hooking an arm around her neck, he pressed a kiss to her temple. Since she’d banned kisses on her lips, he made sure to kis
