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I tossed the goggles to one side.

“Not a dicky bird,” I said.

He frowned at me in confusion. No doubt the expression didn’t translate well and he couldn’t understand what a bird had to do with anything.

“It was worth a try,” he said. “I’m proud of you for even coming up with the idea. I would never have thought of something like this.”

“Then you wouldn’t have ended up wasting half a day,” I grumbled.

“Hey,” he said. “All we have is time. If we’re not using it to try and escape, what are we supposed to do with ourselves?”

I massaged my wrists. He had a point. We were trapped in this room. There was precious little else we could do.

“How about we take a break?” he said.

“We should keep going,” I said.

But God knew I didn’t want to. My arms were suffering from serious pain. It wasn’t good for them to keep getting these shuddering shocks.

“You’re going to lose the use of your wrists if you keep going like that,” he said. “May I?”

He reached for my hands. He wanted to take them, but to do what? I wasn’t sure I wanted him touching me—

Ohhhhhhh.

He massaged my wrists and forearms with his thumb and forefingers, making concentric circles over the surface of my skin. Who would have thought someone so big and powerful could be so gentle?

“I can feel it in there,” he said.

“Mm?” I said. “Feel what?”

“The tense muscles. If you’re not careful, you could do some serious damage.”

“I’ll be okay,” I said.

“We’ve done enough for today. Let’s take a break and relax for the rest of the evening.”

“Evening? It’s not evening yet.”

His fingers found a nub of swollen muscles and worked them firmly.

“Computer, make a clock for us, please,” Chax said.

A clock? Now that was a good idea. Why didn’t I think of it? It wasn’t like me to forget something like that—

Ohhhhhhh.

One of his hands worked up my forearm and elbow. His touch was magical.

“How does that feel?” he said.

“Good,” I said. “So good.”

My eyes were firmly shut now and my head lolled to one side. I suddenly felt exhausted.

His other hand worked its way up my arm, massaging and working out the kinks and turning them to mush. If I wasn’t careful, I would fall asleep. And snore. Then I’d drool.

So what did I care about that? He was a stranger.

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