#Chapter 197 – Trust

Ella I pace back and forth outside Gabriel’s chambers, absolutely beside myself over Philippe’s fate. I have the worst feeling that Sinclair is going to fire or demote the guard because of my actions, and I’m already preparing a furious speech to deliver to my mate if he does so. I can’t hear a single word of their conversation because the King’s chambers are soundproofed – a luxury I decide Sinclair and I should definitely invest in when we return home. The waiting is horrible, but eventually my faithful guard emerges, looking thoroughly dejected. I can’t stop myself from racing up to him with manc energy. “Did he demote you? Is he still on the call – I’ll talk to him–” “Woah,” He catches me by the shoulders. “It’s okay, Ella. He didn’t demote me, he just did a lot of yelling” “I’m so sorry.” I profess wringing my hands. “Don’t be.” Philippe says evenly, staring me straight in the eye so I can see the honesty in his expression. “You were right. Being someone’s guard is a re