He had meticulously prepared himself to protect his wife from thugs, assassins, rival politicians, and arrogant noblemen. He had 'not', in his wildest nightmares, anticipated having to fiercely guard his wife against a horde of incredibly thirsty women.
It was utterly absurd. Why the hell did he need to protect his wife from 'other women'?!
When a particularly bold young lady decided to employ the oldest trick in the book—pretending to twist her ankle and swooning directly toward Heena's chest—Samuel finally snapped.
Before the girl could even make contact, Samuel moved with the terrifying speed of a seasoned martial artist. His strong arm shot out like a steel band, wrapping tightly around Heena's slender waist. With a single, forceful tug, he pulled Heena backward, plastering her back flush against his broad chest.
The swooning woman missed her target entirely and landed ungracefully in the dirt with a startled squeak.
