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“You can wear this until I find you some clothes,” I say, throwing it at her feet, then I turn away to give her time to dry off. I should be watching her every move, but I don’t want to see her injuries. My natural desire to protect her will be too hard to overcome.
While she dries, I remove the first aid kid that I spotted in the bathroom cabinet earlier.
“Are you done yet?” I snap, keeping my tone harsh and strict.
“Yes,” she replies.
When I look at her again, she steals my breath away. Her wet, red hair trails down to her waist. The tied gown nips in her waist, accentuating her ample hips, and revealing more of her big breasts than is a good idea for me to see.
“Sit down,” I say, gesturing at a small chair in the corner of the room. I’ve never understood why people have chairs in bathrooms, but it’ll come in handy for once.
She frowns in confusion but shuffles over, dripping water across the floor.
I hold up the first aid kit. “May I?” I ask, then kick myself for requesting permission when I’m the one in control. I continue gruffly, “Let me clean your knees.”
Her eyes widen in surprise. “You don’t have to.”
I shoot her a venomous glare, letting her know she has no choice. “Sit.”
She does, accepting her fate, and moves the dressing gown out of the way as I kneel before her.
“Don’t move,” I warn.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she mutters.
True to her word, she doesn’t make an immediate lunge to snap my neck while I tear open a packet of antiseptic wipes, clean her wounds, and put a plaster with a smiley face on her kneecaps.
“There,” I say as we both stand. “Aren’t you going to thank me?”
“Thanks. A kids plaster is really going to save me from a raging infection when I’m locked in a filthy dungeon,” she replies.
Before I think of a clever response, I notice the bruise on her cheek. Now that she’s clean, it’s even more obvious. I grab her chin, moving her face and tilting it for closer inspection. “Who hurt you?”
She tries to jerk away, but I hold on tight.
“Tell me,” I command. “Who hurt you?”
“Torean,” she whispers. “But I’m sure you already knew that.”
A fierce fury rises in my core. If Callen didn’t tell me that his twin had already left for London, I’d throw the bastard in the dungeon and see how he likes being beaten.
“Did he…” My voice trails off. “Did he…” I don’t want to say it, but she knows what I’m asking. “Did he do anything else to hurt you?”
Torean’s not like us. Callen’s twisted, but Torean lives in the darkness permanently. Torean’s brutality levels are like Callen’s on steroids. He’s ruthless and acts with no remorse.
“No, but he would have if…” She stops, realising she’s said too much.
“If, what?” I push. “You can’t lie to us anymore. Every word you say needs to be the truth, understood?”
“Callen stopped him,” she confesses.
My anger reignites. Callen defied my orders again. He can’t get away with it. I act fast, unlocking one of her ankle shackles and binding her to the nearby radiator.
“Stay here.”
“Where do you think I can go?” she says. “I’m stuck!”
I march from the room with one person on my mind and roar, “Callen!”
