Vitki tapped his fingertip on the desk in front of Damek. “Samara also knew Ivo had arrived before I had a chance to inform her or the other elders. I want to know how, and I want to know what she has planned. Find out.”
The politics and intrigue that always seemed to be present when the elders were in-house drove Vitki insane. He was the dagger who sought justice. The subterfuge and whispers in the darkness, the backstabbing and backroom deals, they all went against everything he believed in.
“Yes, sir.”
“I also want a rotating guard schedule on Ivo at all times, two guards, no less. They are to admit no one to his chambers without my permission, not even an elder.”
Damek’s eyes rounded. “Not even an elder, sir?”
Vitki could understand the man’s shock. It was unheard of to not allow an elder access to the Král. Granted, they needed to announce themselves first before being allowed entrance, but they were very rarely turned away.
As Max had put Ivo’s safety in his hands, Vitki was going to change that. Whoever was after Ivo would have to go through him first. It was the only way Vitki could think of to be a part of Ivo’s life. He’d stay until thelongingbecame too much, and then he’d leave.
He just hoped he could stay long enough to ensure whoever was after Ivo was dead.
