The Mafia Don's Captive
It has to be tiring to look like a frustrated ogre every damn second of the day.
The lady lifts my chin with her forefinger, drawing my attention back to my face. I get the feeling that she's inspecting the marks on my neck, but doesn't choose to comment on it. "What's your name, sweetheart? Sir Kristoff won't tell me."
"T-Titania," I gulp, my gaze flitting from her to Peter who stands, watching us intently.
"Titania," she repeats calmly. "What a nice name. I'm Allison. Kristoff's cook and cleaner, though our bond goes beyond that. He told me to take care of you and make sure you're provided with everything you need.'
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