Charlie Dust had a headache.
Maybe it was because he'd been stuck in Camelot for the past two weeks, forced to wait after being sent to secure an invitation for Gevurah.
Or maybe it was the constant surveillance. For fourteen days straight, Laura and Jostin had been keeping an eye on him. Jostin wasn't too bad, but Laura? She seemed to enjoy bullying him a little too much. Somehow, though, he'd gotten used to both of them—and even to Camelot itself. That was probably the scariest part.
But none of that was the real reason for his headache.
The real reason? He'd done his job and gotten the invitation, but now he had to escort some guy to the wedding. The problem was, this man didn't seem like he had anything to do with Gevurah at all. He barely spoke, and when he did, it was only to make sarcastic comments about Charlie's health and habits.
Just as he was lost in thought, a loud voice interrupted him.