CHAPTER 217

The following day, two additional bodyguards arrived at our island. Yep, our island. I could think of the hut as a home now, too. Both changes in thought were self-preservation. Scared didn’t come close to touching the terror I felt over any thoughts of leaving. I could easily stay here for the rest of my life. We could build another hut for my father. He would do anything to keep me safe, including giving up his seat on the Senate floor.

And monkeys could fly, red shoes would save my world, and I was a fool.

I shook Ray’s and Herman’s hands firmly. These guys were not Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. They signed up to stand between me and a bullet. Brack told me Herman, what a name for the thirtyish guy, was good with knives. He would be giving me lessons. His thin body was the exact opposite of Brack’s. He was also a foot shorter. Looking into his dark eyes, I had no doubt he was lethal. Ray, on the other hand, looked like a big redheaded teddy bear. He blushed when his hand swamped mi