Chapter Forty-Nine- George Atwood- 23 yrs old

George watched as the wound on Ana’s head healed before his eyes and he relaxed a little. Now he needed to deal with Ana and the feelings his blood evoked in her. There was no way he could hide how he felt from her now.

This bond was one-sided, and he couldn’t feel her emotions. To feel them, he would need to close the bond and drink from her. That was going too far and treading too closely to mating with someone outside of your caste. At least, he had a reason for this partial bond and Ana might skate through any prosecution if anyone discovered she fed from him. She’d been injured, and he needed her healed so that he could get her to safety.

That was the next thing on his list.

Ana clung to him while he tried to lead her down the road again. “We need to get to our destination now. It’s not far, but neither is the sunrise. Come, let’s get back to walking.” He pulled her along even as Ana protested and complained