Then he rushed over and cupped my cheek. “Andi…mishka, are you all right?” “I think I am,” I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. “Just untie me, Salt. Get me out of these fucking restraints.” “Of course!” He began working on the wrist straps first, which were much too tight. I could barely feel my hands when he finally set them free. “This is wrong.” Salt’s face was as dark as a storm cloud as he examined the marks on my wrists. “Look what they did to you!” “I’m fine,” I said. “Just…just a little numb.” “You are not fine, Andi. I should have been with you. Should have protected you.” There was remorse as well as anger in Salt’s eyes as he took my hands in his. Gently, he kissed the ligature marks that stood out like angry red bracelets around my wrists. “You don’t have to do that,” I whispered as he placed soft kisses all over my hurt flesh. But I made no move to pull my hands out of his. It felt too good to let him comfort me and kiss me better.
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