Chapter 112

"Distress." Rafael shot me a brittle smile. "Quite wretched actually, to be that helpless when one's life work is to serve and protect. And yet, I find myself in the same situation with you."

"Trust me, Rafael, our situation is nothing like that one. You're not my house elf. Though if you do laundry..."

"I do not."

"Can't blame a chick for asking. This is going to be far more of an equal working relationship." I held out my fist and Rafael tapped his knuckles against mine with the look of someone who feared they'd made a pact with the devil. "Welcome to Team Jezebel."

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Getting me up to speed required clearing my schedule for a while, which couldn't happen until I'd discharged my duties to the Queen. Rafael planned to return home to London and pack up his things to move to Vancouver, at which point we'd meet in earnest and hammer out our next steps.