"Don't worry, I got you."

Sting chirped, catching you bridal style. He smirked down at you, as if he wasn't the reason you fell from the top of that building. He had taken on the mission to protect you, hired by your father. Your father, who was a Council member. That meant you were consistently targeted by assassins. Just like right now. Some random guy had pushed you off the roof, attempting to end you. And Sting was nowhere to be found. Some bodyguard he was, huh?

"Aw, don't give me that face, you're not hurt."