Chapter Fifty-Three- George Atwood- 23 yrs old

George finally got a quick letter written and, in the mail, back to return to court. He hated this aspect. This was another job he took on that wasn’t in his job description, but he did it anyway. At least this time. Ana should have written it. He put it down to her, having suffered from shock from the accident why he was doing it. He’d added in that she asked him to deal with it because she felt so horrible for the family of the driver.

Now his wrist itched, and it reminded him of Ana’s sweet lips tasting him. George had shocked himself because he’d feared that he wouldn’t have the ability to resist the pull to feed off of Ana. It wasn’t a picnic for him. The temptation felt so overwhelming and that was what sat upfront in his focus as he entered his rooms.

His mind ran over every tiny detail from the red glow of her beast staring back at him, the sound of her eager excitement, and the feel of her taking a part of him. He wanted m