Page 115 of The Chosen One Universe: Volume One

Draco’s stomach fell. “I do.”

“I’ve been wondering when we would find the others. And who is your friend? May I?” Henry raised his hand again and Draco tried not to balk. No one touched Sawyer.

But Sawyer didn’t seem to know that. He stepped up beside Draco, shoulder to shoulder, then pushed the cake pan into Henry’s hands. “I don’t know what’s going on here,” Sawyer said. He glanced at Draco with a hurt look in his eyes before turning back to Henry. “But if you need to… touch my arm? You can.”

Henry bowed his head for a moment before glancing back to Draco. “That’s not necessary, Sawyer, but thank you for the offer. Oh my God, that cake smells so good.”

His tone shifted again, going from serious to carefree in a moment.

“Right? It’s my favorite. We saw you guys pulling in earlier and thought it would be nice to introduce ourselves.”

“Awesome. You’re my new favorite. These two wouldn’t know fruit if it bit them in the ass. Meat eaters all the way.”

Draco glanced at the warriors again, still not entirely convinced they weren’t going to wield the weapons against them. “We mean no harm.”

“I know,” Henry said. “These are guard…uh, my guards.”

“Whoa,” Sawyer said. “You have bodyguards?” He glanced at Draco before turning back to Henry. “I told him somebody rich was moving in.”

Henry laughed and looked over his shoulder at the tall red-haired guard. Draco hadn’t been able to identify what exactly the other warrior was, but he understood by Henry’s look that this guard was in charge of the tributes the clans had all paid as they waited for the prophecy that bound them all together to unfold.