It felt like forever sitting in the cell waiting for George or anyone to rescue her. It always felt cold down there and she could imagine spirits of those who died lost down and forgotten down there stood with her still. It wasn’t the most comforting feeling or thought to think of. Many of the spirits would be enemies of her father and his predecessors. She couldn’t see them thinking much of her. Then Tatiana kept returning to question her. That was a highlight of Ana’s time there in the cell. She could be as obnoxious as she liked. Tatiana didn’t have any power over what happened to her down there. All Tatiana could do was question Ana or accuse her of various things. She grew desperate to catch Ana up on something, anything.Tatiana went all the way back to when they were all in the nursery and accused Ana of reading her diary. Ana smoothly reminded Tatiana that at the time she accused Ana of reading her diary, Ana wasn’t old enough to know how to
George finally put the shuttered lantern down on the natural stone floor and, as he cleared his throat, he turned around, giving Ana his back. “Please hurry and change. We don’t want to be late for any of our connections. It’s dangerous enough as it stands, but delays may get noticed and reported.” He said to the wall, his nose almost touched. Ana sighed because she could see that there would be no way of avoiding this. She also was happy to get out of the clothes she’d worn for weeks. Ana wished she could wash herself, but that was too much to hope for. So changing her clothes would have to do for now. “I really don’t see how changing my clothing will change much of anything. The only way I can fix this is if I take a bath.” “It’ll have to do, Ana. I’m sorry, this is the best I could come up with until we’re out of here. We’re down to fifteen minutes now. Please love hurry.” Ana opened the bag a
George knew this escape was risky, dangerous, and foolhardy at worst. But this was the Emperor’s wish. Remove Ana from the dungeons and don’t let him know where he’s hidden her. He’d handle the rest, whatever that was.George didn’t like the timeline, either. The emperor didn’t set a date or even a timeline. George needed to keep Ana hidden until he hear otherwise. How would the emperor do that if he didn’t know where George and Ana hid? This didn’t make any sense right now, but if the emperor wanted this. Then George would do it.George tried to focus on the plan, but the seam up the back of Ana’s calves kept distracting him. Not because they were crooked, but because they disappeared beneath her skirt. That tempted him more than a bleeding enemy while he was hungry.That would be another problem. He needed to work out. They both needed to feed, but they couldn’t trust just any feeder to keep their secret.He hated the idea, but the Emperor and Edger were no help on
The door closed behind her and, once the lock was in place, Ana leaned against it. A long, slow, tortured sigh came from her, and she said to the empty cabin. “That’s another steppingstone down the path to destruction. But if it’s all like that, it’ll be worth it.” George had left the backpack inside the cabin when he opened the door. Ana moved it out of the way and kicked off her heels. Did she have the time to bathe before George returned? Maybe if she was quick. She could wash her pants and shirt while she was at it. They’d go into the backpack damp, but at least they’d be clean. Her jacket was another story. That she’d need to find someone that cleaned leather to remove the smell from it if airing it out didn’t work. Ana didn’t want to remove too many things right now from the bag because if they needed to flee the boat early, it they might force them to leave something behind. That’s when she decided that bat
“Take this blood sample. I want to test this sample and have it compared to all royal house lineages. If there’s a match, I want to know about it immediately. Do I make myself clear? Focus on the Van Der Naught bloodline.” “Your eminence, that bloodline ended…”Franco summoned the head expert who recorded and verified the lineages of the Vampiric Empire and its families. “I said focus on it! Are they a member of the Elite or Royal Caste? Do they hold the seat of the Van Der Naughts? I want the results as soon as possible, and you are to keep this quiet. No one and I repeat, no one is to learn of this. Including the Crown Princess Tatiana, she will now know nothing about this. Leave the same way you came in.” Franco didn’t want to hear this. All he wanted was to know he’d not sentenced Adriana to death because fate gave her a life partner who wasn’t a member of the correct caste. If he was Violetta and Caun’s son,
As soon as George entered the cabin, he could smell the scent of her shampoo blending with her soap. She’d taken a shower while he secured a bottle of blood wine and other food for them. Ana wasn’t eating well in the dungeons and her body showed it. Her lean curves were noticeably thinner, and she had dark circles under her eyes. He should have known that Ana wouldn’t sleep in there. The woman worried about everything and over thought even more. He entered the cabin, and she closed the door behind him. Then complained that she couldn’t look after herself. He felt offended. That’s why her father charged him with her care. George wasn’t a nursemaid. His job didn’t include that. He was her bodyguard. Her head of security. George was her sword. This wouldn’t change. He needed to keep his patience and explain it to her. But what he really wanted to do was put a little fear in Ana by showing her exactly how dominate he could be when push
Ana tried to enjoy the food once the staff delivered it. Her problem sat across from her, eating as well. George, she felt like he permeated everything around her. That’s how aware Ana felt of him. Once he entered the cabin, it felt so small. His presence appeared everywhere, his scent quickly filled every corner of the tiny space. Ana had never been so aware of a bed in her life as right now. She didn’t taste the food or wine, because all she could taste was that kiss. This wasn’t fair. What did she do in a previous life to deserve this kind of torture? She’d learn her lesson if this would just stop, and someone explain what she did that she’d done and how horrible it was. “This is the first time I’ve taken a boat to the city. How long is it, anyway?” Ana didn’t know what to talk to him about, but the silence between them felt stifling. They needed to speak about something. Anything at this point. She wanted to talk about the kiss
“What is there to talk about? The… That kiss only cemented our cover story for why we’d be in the same cabin, and… And why we don’t leave it. There were people in the corridor who might have seen my face. You made a wonderful barrier.” Adriana didn’t want to talk about the kiss or what came from it. No, that would go to her grave and be kept by quiet by her and the Moon Goddess. “Adriana, we must talk about this so we can be on the same page when the next issue comes up.” George stood and stepped around the table, his eyes never leaving hers. She could see how stern he’d become and as he spoke, his voice deepened. A shiver ran down Ana’s spine, hearing his determination and the strength he put behind his words. She’d heard no one outside of the noble caste who could do that with only their voice. His eyes flared red as he witnessed Ana catch her lip between her teeth. Her eyes dropped, as she stood, and turned away from him. She re