Anastasia (The Bolton Series Book 1) by Heaven Lyanne Flores

serious. They could not just keep me locked up in this place forever. And what is this about a guard? I shouldn’t need a guard if this place was as safe as he made it out to be.
    “Two,” he continued. “You will listen to anything either I or Master Kai asks of you. Three, you are only allowed on the main and second floor. If you are ever caught in the basement or third floor I will have no choice but to have your guard with you at all times. Do you understand?” He asked looking straight at me. His voice went from soft to hard in seconds. The man who saved me from the basement no longer seemed to be around. The one who replaced him was the boss. He obviously wanted to make sure I knew that.
    “Yes,” I nodded.
    “Great.” Cabel pressed a button on the far corner of the desk. A minute later, there was a knock on the door. “Come in.”
    A man entered the door. He was a few years older than me. His clothes were pretty plain, contrasting deeply with his face. He was lean and perhaps well built under the heavy coat he wore. His gray eyes caught mine, piquing with sudden interest. He gave me the most heart melting smile before he looked to Cabel. 
    “Anastasia, I would like you to meet Yelson. He will be your guard until I say otherwise.”
    “Why do I need a body guard? Won’t I be safe here?” Yelson’s smile faltered at my question as if he was hurt by it. I did not understand why he would be. As I looked into his eyes again, they held a hint of something I couldn't quite place; protectiveness? A dark past maybe?
    “Of course you are but we can never be too safe.” Cabel’s smile seemed forced, different from the one worn by Yelson just seconds ago.
    “Calhoun is expecting you, sir.” His deep voice traveled across the room causing goose bumps on my arms.
    “Can you show Anastasia to her room please?” Cabel did not wait for an answer before he walked out of the study.
    Yelson chuckled; obviously, he was used to this action. I felt a smile spread across my face as well. It was the first laugh I have heard for what seemed like days. I could listen to that sound for hours. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks when I saw him looking at me. Yelson’s eyes glistened in the dim light of the room.
    He held out his hand for me. I looked over it. His tanned skin looked rough from a life of tough work but when I held it, it was a smooth as could be. His strong hand pulled me up from the chair within inches from him. My head reached the top his muscular chest. His musky scent filled my lungs and my senses causing my head to spin.
    “Ready?” He whispered. I looked up into his gray eyes and nodded. Yelson squeezed my hand before letting it go and grabbed my pack. He motioned for me to follow him. My mind was still trying to figure out what happened that I did not notice the three people in the kitchen.
    “Oh,” a young girl gasped and jumped out of her seat. Her light blue hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. Her eyes were the same color as her hair and glistened in the fading sunlight. She absently moved her hands to flatten her white dress.
    A girl about my age was already standing next to her. Long purple hair flowed down her back in perfect curls. I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my mouth when she turned toward me. Her purple eyes caused my heart to soar. She was a Strega, just like my family.
    There was also someone grabbing something from the fridge all I could see was his or her hand. The black painted fingernails lead me to believe it was a woman.
    “Guy’s, I want you to meet Anastasia Miller.” To my surprise, a man poked his head out of the fridge at the sound of Yelson’s voice to look at me. His brown eyes and boyish face smiled at me before biting into an apple.
    “Please call me Annie. I really don’t like it when people call me Anastasia,” I smiled at everyone.
    “My name is Arabella,” the young girl exclaimed as she sat back into her chair. Her eyes stayed focused on me