“Behazh, I don’t need that. I’m safe.”
“And I will ensure you stay that way. Anyone with your information is liable to be of interest to various parties. Even if you have told no one else, the stars sometimes let secrets fall at their whim.” Behazh cocked his head toward the door. “The Prefecture’s guest suite is the safest place I can think of for you. And, as I noted, you seem to have a talent for running into fists and knives.”
He opened the door to two heavily armed Prefecture guards, whom he addressed much more sternly than he had her. “Please escort her to the guest suite. She is to have no visitors and no outside contact whatsoever. Whatever she wants, procure for her, but examine it well. I want her returned here safely tomorrow.”
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