Ben wound one of the silk sashes around her left wrist first, securing it to the headboard of the wrought-iron bed. None of them would meet her eyes. “You have to do this,” she said. A muffled sob escaped Violet. “Stop it,” Jasmine snapped. “Ben, make it tighter. I can’t get loose. I’ll hurt myself before I harm Mike.” “You won’t be doing either.” He knotted the sash twice, huffing as he yanked it, then went around the bed to work on her right wrist. “We’ll call his friend today and she’ll find Desiree.” Lily growled. “When I see that freaking witch, I am going to beat the living crap out of her.” “No!” Jasmine hollered at her youngest sister. “Stay away from her or she’ll curse you, too! I don’t want any of you involved in this. It’s between her and me. Do you understand? Tell me you understand!” “We’ll worry about what to do when we find her.” Finished with her wrist, Ben drew the top sheet over her nudity.
