The Queen, The Spy, and The Man Between [Part-2]
"…Why did you bring her?"
Sona's voice whispered softly, tinged with doubt. She wasn't mad—merely uncertain. Her eyes darted between Leon and the woman standing next to him—Natasha—whose presence even now roused tension in her breast.
Leon stood his ground, his eyes remaining calm, his voice subdued but firm. A small, reassuring smile played on his lips—one that always managed to ease her fears.
"I brought her because I trust her," he told her softly. "And I want you to trust her too. Not for me… but for yourself."
Sona blinked, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as he took a step or two closer.
"If anything goes wrong while I'm away… if Vellore makes a move—I need someone at your side who won't even think about not keeping you safe. Someone who'll fight for you like I would."
His words fell into the room like a solemn vow.
The words struck her harder than she had anticipated.
