Submitting To Thirst

TESSA MERCER.

The heavy oak door of his chamber swung open. Garrick stepped inside and let me slide off his broad shoulder. My boots hit the wooden floorboards with a dull thud. I stumbled, catching my balance before I could face-plant onto his rug.

"Sit," he commanded. He pointed a firm finger at the solitary chair sitting near his desk.

I rubbed my stomach where his hard shoulder bone had dug