Chapter Sixteen - George Atwood- 23 yrs old

George got things settled for tomorrow. He was about to take several things to Adriana when he received a message that she was retiring for the day, and he should as well. They’d pick up tomorrow with the wolf shifter ambassador.

That was fine. He wasn’t looking forward to trying to make small talk with Ana. She liked to be called Ana. It was a perfect name for her. It didn’t matter if she tried to put on a tough persona. She was still female, and Ana suited her.

George found himself shaking his head as he pulled himself out of his woolgathering about his charge. She was his charge. Ana was part of the elite class, and he wasn’t. He’d never be a member of the elite class. Fawning after her was a one-way trip to the dungeon and torture chamber. A pine box would be what he’d leave there in. There was no way he was prepared for that, and he couldn’t see Ana ever being prepared to accept that fate.

But she was a fine woman. Far better than her shallow sis