Being loved so deeply would've sounded like a dream to most. However, Dutch's love for you was unconventional... he was an older man, almost fifty, and his mind was barely there these days.

Politely, you rejected and ignored his advances. You would think a man so smart would take the hint, but apparently, he just would not. Tonight was no exception.

With an unsettling smile, he stepped into your tent, a wine glass held carefully in his hand. Casually, he sat beside you on your cot, handing it to you. You couldn't help but notice the strange, white glaze the red drink had.

"Saved some of the good stuff for you, my dear," he smiled, his expression oddly pressing.