Giovanni

Chapter 7

Thora Hawthorn:

Everyone stood still not daring to move or even make a sound. Everyone's gaze is glued to the floor except for his. He continues to look at me. He lights brown eyes gazing holes into my dark ones. Neither of us blinks. Neither of us moves. I have no clue how long I stand there looking at him in the disgusting cell. His face is dirty but through all the grime and mud I can see his beauty. Tan skin and strong jaw. Stubble growing on his perfectly angular face and long dark eyelashes. Perfectly pink full lips. Perfection.

How could we lock something so perfect up like this? Why is he still in the cell? I have to get him out of here. He can't stay and most definitely can't live like this. No mate of mine is going to rot in a disgusting cell. He does not belong down here. I go to open my mouth today something but my words fail me. 

"What in the fresh hell is going on down here?" My dad bellows from the door of the dungeon. It's like the world starts spinning again and everything is kicked into high drive. My eyes widen and the god-like man sitting in the cell in front of me drops his gaze to the floor. "Thora! I told you-" He demands but pauses when he sees my hand gripping tightly on the cold metal bars and my pained expression.

"Dad," I pause to look at him "I want him out."

"Out of the question," He answers quickly and I narrow my eyes at him.

"He is my mate and now rightful King," I snap and my father's eyes widen.

"You can't possibly want him to rule beside you!" He bellows and I gasp "Reject him and we can choose another for you to marry."

"I'm not a goat, Dad. You can't just marry me off to whoever you see fit." I throw my hands in the air and then cross them over my chest still glaring "He is mine and I shall have him. I'm not leaving the dungeon until he is released."

"You don't even know him," My father reasons and I shake my head.

"I don't care." I narrow my eyes to slits "Just like you and Mom I plan to do what I want." I turn quickly, my hair whipping around with me. "And if anyone has anything to say about that then they can take it with me personally!"  I look to the guards and Santiago and see all of them still have their heads bowed in submission. I look back towards my mate and smile as I see him looking up at me through his eyelashes.

"Thora-"  Santiago starts but I cut him off with a swift growl.

"Open the cells and take him up to the royal level. Put him in the room across from mine and get him, two menservants, to help him."I rattle off instructions to the two guards still standing at the door. My voice holds so much power they don't even question me. Within seconds the cell door is open and the two guards enter the cell with the intention of grabbing him. He flinches back and lips pull back into a snarl. "Don't touch him!" I demand to see his obvious discomfort with the two men so close.

He looks at me in surprise but continues to stay in the corner. I see a bruise the size of a hand on his left arm and one the size of a fist on his left side of his jaw. I squat down still outside of the cell. "It's fine," I tell him "They won't touch you. Not without your say so. They are going to take you to a room and there you will be well fed and dressed." He continues to stare at me squinting a bit in confusion. I try and give him what I hope is a dazzling smile and nod at him. He waits a couple of beats before slowly standing. He looks at the two men beside him, one of which he towers over, and backs up a bit as if telling them to walk ahead.

He has on nothing but a pair of old silver basketball shorts that go to his knees. He doesn't have on a shirt and I find myself marveling by just how to fit he is. Seriously for a rogue, he looks pretty good. His body is amazing with abs and muscles for days. He looks pretty solid but without a pack he's weak and I have no doubt in my mind that I could fight him right now and win. I shake my head from these thoughts and Watch as he slowly walks past me giving me one last glance before heading down the hall and away from the dungeons.