Later, Enia left, but before she went, she placed Liam's usual suppressants on the table, gave Arik one more look that contained several international warnings, and said, "Keep him near you."
Liam, already regretting having a body, looked up. "For heat reasons?"
"For heat reasons," Enia said. "And security."
Liam's hand stilled near the small medication case.
Enia's gaze moved between them. "George has already made you public. Felix will not ignore that. Neither will anyone who thinks hurting you will pressure Agaron, Ravenwood, or Canmore." Her red eyes returned to Liam. "So stay close to the one person in this palace whose presence makes people hesitate."
Liam hated that she was right.
He hated more that his instincts agreed before his pride could object.
"I am not a diplomatic hostage," he muttered.
"No," Enia said. "You're a loud-mouthed opinionated security disaster."
Arik coughed once into his hand.
Liam pointed at him. "Don't."
