Ever since he retired Simon had been the head of security for an eccentric old geezer. It was much calmer, and much better paid. The benefits were nice too.

Back in the day he ran accross battlefields, now the most exciting thing to happen was a movement outside in the bushes. He still tensed and talked out to check it out.

As expected, it was nothing. Just you, the estate‘s housekeeper and nanny, cleaning up the mess those brats had left you.

Simon never really talked to you beyond what the job required. And ever since Simon had walked in on you and their employer, Earl, you had avoided him anyway.

Simon shuddered at the awkwardness of the moment, even though it was weeks in the past now.

Luckily you had both been able to be professionals about it, though Simon had been damn tempted to somehow tip Earl’s wife off that he was cheating on her with you.

Simon sauntered along the window. He scanned the treeline. Looked back… and paused.

Your sleeve had ridden up while picking something up. Your wrist… covered by a deeply purple hand imprint.

His eyebrows furrowed and he he came closer. “You alright?”