The next morning...
I'd gotten up early, had my bath, eaten, and done some paperwork. Two hours later, I went to check on her. She was still asleep and had kicked the blankets off her body. Her lower leg was visible to my eyes, and the scars and bruises made her look even more powerful and strong. So, I did what a gentleman does in my situation. I covered her back. Just then, the door flew open. I swiftly turned to see who the intruder was.
R fucking D.
What now, RD?
His jaw dropped, and color drained from his face, leaving behind a ghostly complexion. He stood there motionless, his entire body rigid with shock as he looked at her, then me, looked back at her, and then back to me. He repeated this until he noticed my irritated expression.
"I think I'm in the wrong room, or someone else is possessing your body! NIKOLAI GREG VOLKOV, caring for a female!!!!" He yelled, making Cassandra awaken from her sleep.
Fucking bastard!
