Page 436 of End Game

“I literally always need to talk.”

“No, you don’t.”

Fair.

He massages my jaw gently.

Waits until I can swallow normally.

Water touches my lips.

Small sip.

Then another.

Only after that does he release my ankles.

Wrists.

Slowly.

One at a time.

Blood rushes back into muscles that weren't actually numb but apparently forgot they belonged to me.

I flex my fingers.

Ronan checks them.

Then the blindfold comes off.

Light.

His face is right there.

I blink.

He waits for my eyes to focus.

“Can you sit?”

“Probably.”

“That is not an answer.”

“Yes.”

He helps me upright.

My legs hang off the side of the table.

Everything feels floaty.

Soft around the edges.

Ronan stands between my knees.

Close.