❦ Rosalind ❦ My jaw hurt, my back burned, and my ankles and wrists felt numb.As I regained consciousness, I realized why. I was seated on a plain wooden chair, my wrists tied tightly behind me, and my ankles bound to each of the front legs of the chair. My tongue flicked over parched lips, and the unmistakable taste and smell of blood made me swoon.My eyes adjusted just in time to see a masked figure swing and hit a man hanging from the ceiling of the warehouse container by his wrists.Dante made no sound, taking each punch with a stony expression. His face was slick with blood.“Stop,” I croaked. “Leave him alone.”The punching stopped. As the tall, muscular beast of a man approached me, Dante drew his legs up and kicked him in the back, but the man didn’t even flinch.He reached me and swung his palm into my face. Stars exploded in my vision.And then darkness.*****The next time I woke up, I was untied. Still hurting, but in a moving vehicle.I kept still, squinting through swo
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