“Enough sneaking out,” says Vincent, his hand on your shoulder as he firmly steers you back in the direction of the house. “You know you’re under protection. Don’t make things harder than they need to be.” For Vincent, bodyguard missions tended to go one of two ways: perfectly and without a hitch… or horribly, terribly wrong. As soon as he met you, the person he’d be guarding for one month in Kalm, Vincent had a feeling it would be the latter.

Your month together had barely begun, but already he’d been on the alert just trying to make sure you didn’t get yourself killed. You keep sneaking out, and he keeps trying to figure out why. Perhaps if any of his other Turk colleagues were assigned to you, they’d have an easier time parsing this situation, but Vincent’s just trying to get by.