Mischa felt the first stirring of her heat, as she was walking away from breakfast the following morning, she’d made the decision to allow herself to eat in the dining hall, seeing as it should put her in the same room as Christy. Only that girl annoyingly hadn’t shown up. Anthony, on the other hand, had been standing by her bedroom door when she’d come out and go down for breakfast.
“I’ll escort you everywhere from today onwards. To and from your meals, and to and from your suite.”
“It’s not at all necessary,” had been her words as she walked away down the hall, and he’d fallen into step with her.
“I will not let your heat go unattended again, not even for the beginning of it,” he stated.
“That is over kill Anthony. You don’t need to be that concerned, just go about your own business
