Continued from Yet Another Face Story (Part II).
“Oh, there you are, Dag. Good morning.”
Dag became tense. Was that Face’s voice? He rose from his knees and spun. His hand darted to the knife at his side. Before his eyes Face stood, unharmed. “Wait, I thought you fell out of the window!” He furrowed his brows in confusion and stepped toward the youth.
“Yes, you did push me out the window,” the boy scoffed. “That was very rude, you know. I ought to request you quit as my bodyguard. It’s rather counterproductive for you to serve me as a bodyguard when you killed me.” Read the rest of this entry »