Chapter Eighty-Seven- George Atwood- 23 yrs old

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