Subject 15: Ch 19

“Miss Griyashi!” Fane called to the prince’s amanuensis upon approaching her desk the next morning. A meeting with the other bodyguards was slotted on his personal calendar and he needed to coordinate Orlov’s schedule. The woman, no more than a grass blade in a droughted desert, beamed a welcoming smile. “Mr Anson!” “Hi. Um, Ajay, … Continue reading Subject 15: Ch 19