Twisted-Games

“Is Rh—Mr. Larsen okay?” My pulse quickened with terror. Was he
hurt? Dead?
I couldn’t think of any other reason his employer would call, considering
he was no longer contracted with the palace.
“He’s fine.” Edvard gave me a strange look. “However, they had an odd
request. We normally wouldn’t entertain such an idea, but Christian Harper
has a considerable amount of influence. He’s not someone you say no to
lightly, even if you’re the king, and he asked for a favor of sorts on behalf of
Mr. Larsen.”
I was growing more confused by the minute. “What’s the favor?”
“He wants to rejoin your personal security detail.”
If I hadn’t been sitting, I would’ve fallen over in shock, and that was
before Edvard added, “Permanently.”