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Adam/Bela - What Lies Beneath
Fandom: Supernatural/Heroes
Title: What Lies Beneath
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Adam Monroe/Bela Talbot
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fic_variations Prompt: love/lust (#2)
Content Warning: Spoilers for 211: Powerless (Heroes).
Summary: Bela is asked to find a ten million dollar man.
Author's Note: I'm not sure what to say about this? This went through several different versions and situations in my head, but this is the one that came out the best. But I like it though.And I need to stop them from eating my brain.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes or Supernautral. They're owned by NBC and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Bela made a beeline straight for the alcohol when she entered Luke’s study. She knew the way things worked around here, and she knew whatever job he was sending her on—just by virtue of him doing the sending—it wasn’t going to end well for her. She poured herself the stiffest drink she could find, and held up the drink for a minute, feeling the weight of the alcohol in her hands. She took a long sip and waited for Luke to join her, wondering what he could possibly want to send her on.
He still hadn’t forgiven her for that incident with the Winchesters and the rabbit’s foot. She hadn’t expected him to, really—Luke was like London, he was fantastic at holding the eternal grudge—but she was surprised that he was calling her in on a job when he still wasn’t thrilled with her. Regardless, Luke paid well, and she wasn’t necessarily going to turn down the job, whatever it entailed. She just hoped it wasn’t something too degrading.
“Belladonna,” he said with a grin, moving up behind her, and sliding a hand against her neck, brushing her hair away from her neck. She pulled away from him, taking another drink and keeping her eyes on the wall. Luke gave her a look. “What is wrong, darling?”
“Oh, I don’t know—last time we saw each other, you may have threatened to kill me.”
He chucked slightly. “I apologized for that, didn’t I?”
“I’m not sure I believe it,” she said, giving him a look over her shoulder.
“Would ten million dollars make it up to you?” he purred in her ear, and she turned to him in surprise.
“Ten million?”
“Ten million.”
“Ten million for what exactly?” she said, eyeing him skeptically.
Luke’s eyes lit up slightly and he grinned. But Luke’s grin was not a comforting one—it had a sadistic, dark twist to it, that always unsettled her. He took her hand in his, and started to massage the palm lightly.
“A man, Bela. I will give you ten million to bring me a man.”
“A man?” she frowned. “What kind of man, exactly?”
“An immortal man,” he said, the same smile staying on his face. “A man who has lived for more than four hundred years, Bela. Can you imagine?”
“And you need me to find him?”
“Yes. And deliver him to me, and I will give you ten million.”
“I think I can do that,” she said with a small smirk.
“I knew I could count on you, Belladonna.”
“You can always count on me, Luke.” She finished off the rest of her drink, before placing it down on the table behind her. “What’s his name?”
“Takezo Kensei,” he said, the Asian name rolling off his tongue easily.
“Takezo Kensei,” she repeated slowly. “I’m on it.”
“Good.” He hesitated as he backed away from her, giving her room to move. She started to head out the door, and was almost gone before he spoke up again, giving her that predatory look that he knew she hated. “Don’t disappoint me again, Bela.”
“I won’t, Luke,” she said softly. “Don’t worry.”
***
Before the week was out she was in Japan, standing next to the freshly dug grave site. She felt bad for disturbing the solemnity of the site, but in the end, the ten million dollars won out. It didn’t take them long to dig down to the layer of concrete, and that didn’t take much effort to break through at all. As they hoisted the coffin waiting below to the surface, she watched to the side, hearing the words of the spirit she contacted ringing in her ears, saying she didn’t know what she was releasing. But she wasn’t so sure she cared at this point. The world was coming to an end sooner or later. It didn’t necessarily have to be at this man’s hands.
The coffin landed on the ground with a slight hop, and Bela shot the workers a glare. “Be careful with that,” she snapped in Japanese. “That’s precious cargo.” The workers only grumbled back at her something about disturbing holy ground. She raised an eyebrow before making her way over to the coffin. The workers pried it open and she sat down on the edge of the coffin, looking over the body inside. Her brow then furrowed in confusion as she recognized the line of his mouth, and then the whole face. She had just roped him in as a client barely a month earlier, and now he was sitting there in front of her, her ten million dollar man.
“Adam?”
Apparently Adam and this Japanese warrior were one in the same? She moved her fingers forward and placed them against his pulse point, searching for that telltale throb that meant his blood was pumping, but there was nothing. She frowned slightly, confused. This man was supposed to survive anything, and he suffocated in a box? She studied him for a second, looking at him for a minute, before leaning forward and tilting his head back, before breathing into his mouth, as though she was delivering CPR. She compressed his chest once, and that was all it seemed to take before his body lurched into a sitting position coughing heavily. She reached forward and rubbed his back, a concerned look crossing her face, up until the point where he lashed out and took her by the throat.
“Who—” His eyes were full of rage, even she could see that, but they softened slightly when he saw who she was. “—Bela?”
“Yes,” she said calmly, looking him dead in the eye, and trying to keep the panic out of her voice. “Are you going to strangle me, or do you think this is the way to turn me on?”
The faintest hint of a smirk crossed his face, and he let her go. But there was no hiding the haunting behind his eyes, and she quickly offered him her hand to help him get out of the coffin. Once he was out, he brushed himself off and turned back to her with a concerned look. “How did you find me?”
“Spirit board,” she said softly. “The people you killed were very—tuned in to your location.” She hadn’t been surprised when she found out her latest client had killed before—she worked for very few people who hadn’t.
“I see,” he said with a nod. “Why?”
“Let’s just say I had ten million reasons,” she said quietly.
Adam raised an eyebrow, before moving back to her, “Can we get out of here, please?”
“Of course,” she said quietly, before gesturing to the car she had parked near the entrance of the cemetery. She turned back and snapped some quick orders to the men behind her to get this cleaned up, and then joined him, slipping his arm into his as though they were just a couple going for a stroll. Adam was quiet until they got to her car, and as she opened the door for him he turned to her with a sad smile.
“Thank you, Bela,” he murmured.
“No need, Adam,” she replied. “No need at all.”
***
She didn’t call Luke right away, as she would have usually done. She didn’t feel completely comfortable turning in a client for whatever Luke may have in store for him, whether the man was four hundred years old or not. Besides—Adam was in no shape to be handed over to anyone. He had just been buried alive for Christ’s sake. She was going to give him some time to recuperate, at least. She kept him in her hotel room that she had upgraded to a suite once there was more than one of them, and that seemed to suit him fine—not really in any shape to go out and face the world.
She had so many questions for him—how he had lived for so long, why he was buried alive and by who, what he was doing talking to her about occult objects when he had four hundred years to learn about them—but she didn’t ask. Not yet. She just waited for him to reach out for her, let her know when it was time for her to push. She had made her life’s work knowing how to push people’s buttons, so if she wanted the answers out of him, she probably could get them. But she didn’t—she just did what she could to make sure he was comfortable. Once she was sure he was sound of mind again, then she would start asking questions.
But that wasn’t stopping Luke from asking questions. Every morning she woke up with voicemails from her buyer, each more threatening than the last, and she returned them when she knew he wouldn’t answer, to avoid the angry conversation that she knew would follow. She wasn’t in the mood to have it, and it was much easier to lie to him when she was only speaking to a machine.
That didn’t stop Adam from asking questions, though.
“I’m sure your buyer is anxious to get a hold of his ten million dollar man,” he said slowly as she handed him a cup of tea one afternoon. “What have you been telling him?”
“Nothing specific,” she replied, sitting down next to him and sipping her own tea. “I’m waiting until you’re in better shape.”
“Better shape for what?” he frowned.
“For dealing with him,” she replied. “He’s not exactly a walk in the park. And if he has his way and you’re not prepared—it could not end well.”
“Then I thank you for giving me the chance to get up to speed.”
“You are a client of mine as well, Adam. And I’m not completely heartless.”
A smile flashed across his face, one she had seen before, during their first meeting, the one that usually came right before he paid her a compliment. And granted he had paid her compliments since she had rescued him from his cement prison, but this was the first time she had actually seen him smile before he did so.
“You are not a woman I would peg as heartless, Bela.”
“I’m glad you think so. Some—business acquaintances—of mine have taken to calling me that lately.”
“Then why are they associates?” Adam frowned.
“Because when the timing is right, they can be incredibly—useful.”
“I see.” There was silence for a moment, and she continued to sip her tea before he turned to her again, and looked at her for a long moment. “What are you going to do with me, Bela?”
“How do you mean?” she asked, looking at him over the rim of her cup.
“Are you going to turn me over to him?” he asked. “Even if I’m up to handling myself?”
She pursed her lips slightly for a minute, before placing her cup down and looking at him earnestly. “Make me a better offer.”
“I’m sorry?” he frowned.
“Make me a better offer—give me something to tell him as far as to why I don’t have you to give.”
“Can’t just not turn me in on principle?” he said playfully, moving closer and his hand brushing her thigh. She looked up at him and gave him a small smirk.
“Immoral thief, remember? Not supposed to have principles.”
“Maybe not,” he murmured. “Guess I’ll just have to improvise and see how things go?”
“Guess so,” she whispered, feeling his hand slip up a bit higher. She did her best not to react to it, but it was a struggle. Adam Monroe was a presence, he always had been, and he was currently was wreaking havoc on her nervous system. Chances were that he knew it too.
He leaned in closer, and she wanted to pull back, knew she should pull back, but she didn’t, letting him catch her lips with his, pulling her into a long warm kiss. She didn’t react at first, just letting him kiss her. He pulled back slightly, just enough to let them both breathe for a moment, before leaning in and kissing her again, and this time she kissed him back. She leaned into the kiss, moving one hand to cup the side of his face, and feeling his hand rise higher and higher on her thigh.
She knew it was wrong. She knew that she shouldn’t be letting her guard down like this. Yet she did it anyway, and it really felt too good for her to stop now.
***
Things were hazy when she woke up, and she didn’t fully remember all she had done until she felt the soft material of the sheets brushing against her skin. It had been a while since she had had someone in her bed. Usually she didn’t let people get this close without her being the one pulling the strings, and she wasn’t sure if letting Adam take control was worth it, but it definitely wasn’t an experience she’d be forgetting anytime soon. She let one hand wander to the side of the bed next to her, and frowned when she felt his side of the bed was cold. She placed one hand on top of the sheet, holding it to her chest and tried to sit up, but opened her eyes in surprise as she was jerked back towards the headboard, the side of her head connecting with the wood.
“Son of a—” she murmured, one hand moving towards the spot where she had bumped her head. Her eyes turned to look back at the headboard, and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw that her wrist was tied to the headboard. Her eyes suddenly narrowed into a glare, and she tried to reach for the nightstand on her side of the table, look for the gun she kept there just in case, and there was a voice coming from in front of her.
“Looking for this?”
Her head whipped around, and she saw Adam, standing fully dressed at the foot of the bed, her gun in his hand. She only glared back at him, waiting for him to make a move and explain himself, but when he didn’t, she had no choice but to speak up.
“What’re you doing?”
“I’m sorry about this. But I can’t let you turn me in to him.”
“You can’t do this,” she growled.
“Actually, Bela, I can,” he sighed, walking over and placing the gun on the edge of the bed, far out of her reach. “I just did.”
“Adam,” she sighed, softening just enough , positioning her body just so on the bed. She may have been out of practice, but she still knew how to get men to eat out of the palm of her hand. “You’re not going to just leave me here like this, are you?”
“Actually, I am,” he replied, making his way over to her. “It’s why I left you with one hand free, so you can get out once I’m gone.”
She reached up to slap him, but he caught her hand before it could reach it’s mark. He held her there, before leaning in to kiss her again. She kissed him back at first, just enough to make him think she was comfortable, before biting down on his lip hard, not stopping until she felt the copper taste of blood against her tongue.
He pulled back with a jerk, and let go of her hand, reaching up to brush the blood from the front of his mouth, and she tried to cover her amazement as the bite marks closed up in a matter of seconds, as though she had blinked and they had just vanished. He gave her what she assumed was his best sorrowful look, because she could tell from his actions that he wasn’t sorry at all.
“I’m sorry things had to be this way, Bela,” he said softly, before turning and leaving, shutting the bedroom door behind him. Fuming, she reached for the knot holding her other arm against the headboard, muttering to herself as she went.
“Don’t care if he can bloody heal any wound,” she grumbled as she finally got her wrist free and rubbed it lightly, trying to get the circulation back into it. “Next time I see that man, I swear to God, I’m going to shoot him.”
Title: What Lies Beneath
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Adam Monroe/Bela Talbot
fic_variations Prompt: love/lust (#2)Content Warning: Spoilers for 211: Powerless (Heroes).
Summary: Bela is asked to find a ten million dollar man.
Author's Note: I'm not sure what to say about this? This went through several different versions and situations in my head, but this is the one that came out the best. But I like it though.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes or Supernautral. They're owned by NBC and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Bela made a beeline straight for the alcohol when she entered Luke’s study. She knew the way things worked around here, and she knew whatever job he was sending her on—just by virtue of him doing the sending—it wasn’t going to end well for her. She poured herself the stiffest drink she could find, and held up the drink for a minute, feeling the weight of the alcohol in her hands. She took a long sip and waited for Luke to join her, wondering what he could possibly want to send her on.
He still hadn’t forgiven her for that incident with the Winchesters and the rabbit’s foot. She hadn’t expected him to, really—Luke was like London, he was fantastic at holding the eternal grudge—but she was surprised that he was calling her in on a job when he still wasn’t thrilled with her. Regardless, Luke paid well, and she wasn’t necessarily going to turn down the job, whatever it entailed. She just hoped it wasn’t something too degrading.
“Belladonna,” he said with a grin, moving up behind her, and sliding a hand against her neck, brushing her hair away from her neck. She pulled away from him, taking another drink and keeping her eyes on the wall. Luke gave her a look. “What is wrong, darling?”
“Oh, I don’t know—last time we saw each other, you may have threatened to kill me.”
He chucked slightly. “I apologized for that, didn’t I?”
“I’m not sure I believe it,” she said, giving him a look over her shoulder.
“Would ten million dollars make it up to you?” he purred in her ear, and she turned to him in surprise.
“Ten million?”
“Ten million.”
“Ten million for what exactly?” she said, eyeing him skeptically.
Luke’s eyes lit up slightly and he grinned. But Luke’s grin was not a comforting one—it had a sadistic, dark twist to it, that always unsettled her. He took her hand in his, and started to massage the palm lightly.
“A man, Bela. I will give you ten million to bring me a man.”
“A man?” she frowned. “What kind of man, exactly?”
“An immortal man,” he said, the same smile staying on his face. “A man who has lived for more than four hundred years, Bela. Can you imagine?”
“And you need me to find him?”
“Yes. And deliver him to me, and I will give you ten million.”
“I think I can do that,” she said with a small smirk.
“I knew I could count on you, Belladonna.”
“You can always count on me, Luke.” She finished off the rest of her drink, before placing it down on the table behind her. “What’s his name?”
“Takezo Kensei,” he said, the Asian name rolling off his tongue easily.
“Takezo Kensei,” she repeated slowly. “I’m on it.”
“Good.” He hesitated as he backed away from her, giving her room to move. She started to head out the door, and was almost gone before he spoke up again, giving her that predatory look that he knew she hated. “Don’t disappoint me again, Bela.”
“I won’t, Luke,” she said softly. “Don’t worry.”
***
Before the week was out she was in Japan, standing next to the freshly dug grave site. She felt bad for disturbing the solemnity of the site, but in the end, the ten million dollars won out. It didn’t take them long to dig down to the layer of concrete, and that didn’t take much effort to break through at all. As they hoisted the coffin waiting below to the surface, she watched to the side, hearing the words of the spirit she contacted ringing in her ears, saying she didn’t know what she was releasing. But she wasn’t so sure she cared at this point. The world was coming to an end sooner or later. It didn’t necessarily have to be at this man’s hands.
The coffin landed on the ground with a slight hop, and Bela shot the workers a glare. “Be careful with that,” she snapped in Japanese. “That’s precious cargo.” The workers only grumbled back at her something about disturbing holy ground. She raised an eyebrow before making her way over to the coffin. The workers pried it open and she sat down on the edge of the coffin, looking over the body inside. Her brow then furrowed in confusion as she recognized the line of his mouth, and then the whole face. She had just roped him in as a client barely a month earlier, and now he was sitting there in front of her, her ten million dollar man.
“Adam?”
Apparently Adam and this Japanese warrior were one in the same? She moved her fingers forward and placed them against his pulse point, searching for that telltale throb that meant his blood was pumping, but there was nothing. She frowned slightly, confused. This man was supposed to survive anything, and he suffocated in a box? She studied him for a second, looking at him for a minute, before leaning forward and tilting his head back, before breathing into his mouth, as though she was delivering CPR. She compressed his chest once, and that was all it seemed to take before his body lurched into a sitting position coughing heavily. She reached forward and rubbed his back, a concerned look crossing her face, up until the point where he lashed out and took her by the throat.
“Who—” His eyes were full of rage, even she could see that, but they softened slightly when he saw who she was. “—Bela?”
“Yes,” she said calmly, looking him dead in the eye, and trying to keep the panic out of her voice. “Are you going to strangle me, or do you think this is the way to turn me on?”
The faintest hint of a smirk crossed his face, and he let her go. But there was no hiding the haunting behind his eyes, and she quickly offered him her hand to help him get out of the coffin. Once he was out, he brushed himself off and turned back to her with a concerned look. “How did you find me?”
“Spirit board,” she said softly. “The people you killed were very—tuned in to your location.” She hadn’t been surprised when she found out her latest client had killed before—she worked for very few people who hadn’t.
“I see,” he said with a nod. “Why?”
“Let’s just say I had ten million reasons,” she said quietly.
Adam raised an eyebrow, before moving back to her, “Can we get out of here, please?”
“Of course,” she said quietly, before gesturing to the car she had parked near the entrance of the cemetery. She turned back and snapped some quick orders to the men behind her to get this cleaned up, and then joined him, slipping his arm into his as though they were just a couple going for a stroll. Adam was quiet until they got to her car, and as she opened the door for him he turned to her with a sad smile.
“Thank you, Bela,” he murmured.
“No need, Adam,” she replied. “No need at all.”
***
She didn’t call Luke right away, as she would have usually done. She didn’t feel completely comfortable turning in a client for whatever Luke may have in store for him, whether the man was four hundred years old or not. Besides—Adam was in no shape to be handed over to anyone. He had just been buried alive for Christ’s sake. She was going to give him some time to recuperate, at least. She kept him in her hotel room that she had upgraded to a suite once there was more than one of them, and that seemed to suit him fine—not really in any shape to go out and face the world.
She had so many questions for him—how he had lived for so long, why he was buried alive and by who, what he was doing talking to her about occult objects when he had four hundred years to learn about them—but she didn’t ask. Not yet. She just waited for him to reach out for her, let her know when it was time for her to push. She had made her life’s work knowing how to push people’s buttons, so if she wanted the answers out of him, she probably could get them. But she didn’t—she just did what she could to make sure he was comfortable. Once she was sure he was sound of mind again, then she would start asking questions.
But that wasn’t stopping Luke from asking questions. Every morning she woke up with voicemails from her buyer, each more threatening than the last, and she returned them when she knew he wouldn’t answer, to avoid the angry conversation that she knew would follow. She wasn’t in the mood to have it, and it was much easier to lie to him when she was only speaking to a machine.
That didn’t stop Adam from asking questions, though.
“I’m sure your buyer is anxious to get a hold of his ten million dollar man,” he said slowly as she handed him a cup of tea one afternoon. “What have you been telling him?”
“Nothing specific,” she replied, sitting down next to him and sipping her own tea. “I’m waiting until you’re in better shape.”
“Better shape for what?” he frowned.
“For dealing with him,” she replied. “He’s not exactly a walk in the park. And if he has his way and you’re not prepared—it could not end well.”
“Then I thank you for giving me the chance to get up to speed.”
“You are a client of mine as well, Adam. And I’m not completely heartless.”
A smile flashed across his face, one she had seen before, during their first meeting, the one that usually came right before he paid her a compliment. And granted he had paid her compliments since she had rescued him from his cement prison, but this was the first time she had actually seen him smile before he did so.
“You are not a woman I would peg as heartless, Bela.”
“I’m glad you think so. Some—business acquaintances—of mine have taken to calling me that lately.”
“Then why are they associates?” Adam frowned.
“Because when the timing is right, they can be incredibly—useful.”
“I see.” There was silence for a moment, and she continued to sip her tea before he turned to her again, and looked at her for a long moment. “What are you going to do with me, Bela?”
“How do you mean?” she asked, looking at him over the rim of her cup.
“Are you going to turn me over to him?” he asked. “Even if I’m up to handling myself?”
She pursed her lips slightly for a minute, before placing her cup down and looking at him earnestly. “Make me a better offer.”
“I’m sorry?” he frowned.
“Make me a better offer—give me something to tell him as far as to why I don’t have you to give.”
“Can’t just not turn me in on principle?” he said playfully, moving closer and his hand brushing her thigh. She looked up at him and gave him a small smirk.
“Immoral thief, remember? Not supposed to have principles.”
“Maybe not,” he murmured. “Guess I’ll just have to improvise and see how things go?”
“Guess so,” she whispered, feeling his hand slip up a bit higher. She did her best not to react to it, but it was a struggle. Adam Monroe was a presence, he always had been, and he was currently was wreaking havoc on her nervous system. Chances were that he knew it too.
He leaned in closer, and she wanted to pull back, knew she should pull back, but she didn’t, letting him catch her lips with his, pulling her into a long warm kiss. She didn’t react at first, just letting him kiss her. He pulled back slightly, just enough to let them both breathe for a moment, before leaning in and kissing her again, and this time she kissed him back. She leaned into the kiss, moving one hand to cup the side of his face, and feeling his hand rise higher and higher on her thigh.
She knew it was wrong. She knew that she shouldn’t be letting her guard down like this. Yet she did it anyway, and it really felt too good for her to stop now.
***
Things were hazy when she woke up, and she didn’t fully remember all she had done until she felt the soft material of the sheets brushing against her skin. It had been a while since she had had someone in her bed. Usually she didn’t let people get this close without her being the one pulling the strings, and she wasn’t sure if letting Adam take control was worth it, but it definitely wasn’t an experience she’d be forgetting anytime soon. She let one hand wander to the side of the bed next to her, and frowned when she felt his side of the bed was cold. She placed one hand on top of the sheet, holding it to her chest and tried to sit up, but opened her eyes in surprise as she was jerked back towards the headboard, the side of her head connecting with the wood.
“Son of a—” she murmured, one hand moving towards the spot where she had bumped her head. Her eyes turned to look back at the headboard, and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw that her wrist was tied to the headboard. Her eyes suddenly narrowed into a glare, and she tried to reach for the nightstand on her side of the table, look for the gun she kept there just in case, and there was a voice coming from in front of her.
“Looking for this?”
Her head whipped around, and she saw Adam, standing fully dressed at the foot of the bed, her gun in his hand. She only glared back at him, waiting for him to make a move and explain himself, but when he didn’t, she had no choice but to speak up.
“What’re you doing?”
“I’m sorry about this. But I can’t let you turn me in to him.”
“You can’t do this,” she growled.
“Actually, Bela, I can,” he sighed, walking over and placing the gun on the edge of the bed, far out of her reach. “I just did.”
“Adam,” she sighed, softening just enough , positioning her body just so on the bed. She may have been out of practice, but she still knew how to get men to eat out of the palm of her hand. “You’re not going to just leave me here like this, are you?”
“Actually, I am,” he replied, making his way over to her. “It’s why I left you with one hand free, so you can get out once I’m gone.”
She reached up to slap him, but he caught her hand before it could reach it’s mark. He held her there, before leaning in to kiss her again. She kissed him back at first, just enough to make him think she was comfortable, before biting down on his lip hard, not stopping until she felt the copper taste of blood against her tongue.
He pulled back with a jerk, and let go of her hand, reaching up to brush the blood from the front of his mouth, and she tried to cover her amazement as the bite marks closed up in a matter of seconds, as though she had blinked and they had just vanished. He gave her what she assumed was his best sorrowful look, because she could tell from his actions that he wasn’t sorry at all.
“I’m sorry things had to be this way, Bela,” he said softly, before turning and leaving, shutting the bedroom door behind him. Fuming, she reached for the knot holding her other arm against the headboard, muttering to herself as she went.
“Don’t care if he can bloody heal any wound,” she grumbled as she finally got her wrist free and rubbed it lightly, trying to get the circulation back into it. “Next time I see that man, I swear to God, I’m going to shoot him.”
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