CHAPTER 11

Exactly five in the morning, Rolph's alarm went off, jerking him out of sleep. Jolanta was not affected at all.

He checked her temperature and was relieved to see that she was doing fine.

He readjusted her head on the pillow and got out of bed.

He was feeling stiff. He stretched and yawned.

Rolph entered his closet and took his bath. After which he donned a purple, slim jean that hugged his butt cheeks and a white body hug.

Just as he stepped out of the closet, the front door opened and 'Doctor', a man in his late fifties and grandfather's private physician in San Antonio, stepped in with an assistant holding his bag.

A scruffy looking late 40s man, oozing sex appeal and agility. He was one of Grandfather's bitches and still gets summoned once in a while. He was one of the few The Demonic hand picked and groomed to be loyal to him. A slave who would kill himself to please his master. Disarming, yet lethal. One of the b