Violetta
"Why is Maeve Frost so interested in you anyway?" Amelia asked Finn as she sat cross-legged on the new bar that had just been installed early this morning.
Finn, tenser than ever, didn't like that I wasn't in the office. The bar had its own door and far too many windows, not to mention, it had a separate entry into the kitchen. Despite the extra manpower watching me, Finn still thought I was too exposed in the bar.
I understood. I really did, but I'd just spent three hours in my small, cramped office listening to the others complain outside. Bridget was third in the pack. She hated bodyguard duty, even if we'd sort of become friends. Amelia was fine with it but antsy, and she seemed to get off on poking at Finn. The other three guards who rotated between outside and inside were
