Chapter 9: A Picture.
Miles stared at her, the words still echoing in his mind.
"University...?" he repeated, disbelief laced in his tone.
Celina’s expression didn’t change. If anything, it grew more serious.
"I want you to be my bodyguard."
Miles blinked once. Twice. "Your what?"
"My bodyguard," she said again, calmly. "Undercover. As a student."
He let out a short, humorless breath. "You’re joking."
"I’m not."
Miles leaned back against the bench, folding his arms. "Why? What kind of trouble is the Wraithbourne heiress getting herself into?"
Celina’s voice lowered slightly, eyes flicking away, then back. "I’ve been into a lot of trouble lately... real trouble."
There was a pause. Then she added, her voice steady but cold: "I was almost attacked by acid last week."