Her arm ached from the manipulation, but the constant red-hot pain had subsided.
As she lay panting, her nostrils flaring with the ragged breaths she tried to suck in, a sense of relief settled over her.
Her body bowed with the instant flash of pain. Her eyes flew open and her teeth bit savagely into the shirt.
His strength took her completely by surprise. She could instantly tell the difference, knew that it was Terrence who held her hand.Īnd then he simply pulled and twisted, all at the same time. Strong hands gripped her arm in a surprisingly gentle manner. She closed her eyes and nodded, not wanting to see what was coming. He carefully placed the shirt between her teeth, feathered his hand over her jaw and then eased her mouth shut over the material. Some of the fear faded and she relaxed, letting out her breath in a whispery rush. Maybe it was the calm promise or the absolute conviction. I’m going to make sure you get out of this.” But there’s been so much…” She closed her eyes, holding back more tears. “I mean it’s different, but I do heal faster. He took out a T-shirt from his pack and began folding and knotting it into a long rope. But she simply nodded, knowing that whatever they did wouldn’t touch what she’d already gone through. If he only knew how much she’d silently endured, he’d never ask that question. I’m going to knot one of my shirts, and I want you to bite down on it as hard as you like. If you scream, you’ll draw attention and that’s the last thing we need. “This is going to hurt like a son of a bitch. She had no idea who any of these people were, but Rio continued a steady stream of conversation, ignoring her befuddlement. Diego acts as our medic when Donovan Kelly isn’t around to patch us up, but Terrence is going to set the break for you.” “Take deep breaths, okay? We’re going to help you. Panic was rising swiftly when Rio simply put his hand on her cheekon her and softly caressed. Was this yet another faction who wanted to use her? The people who’d kept her captive knew well her abilities. She glanced nervously between the two men, wondering if this was some kind of trap, though she couldn’t imagine what it could be. He spoke of her abilities like they were the most natural things in the world. The idle curiosity in his voice baffled her. The command in his voice froze her in her tracks. Her pulse exploded and she tried to sit up, but Rio put a hand on her shoulder. “She’s lost feeling in her fingers,” Rio said as if discussing something as mundane as the weather. She tensed when the big burly man closest to Rio hovered over her. He turned his head and nodded at one of the men. “Yes, I can see,” Rio said as he carefully picked up her hand. She centered her attention on her body, paying attention to where she hurt and how it differed from the residual pain of the endless torture she’d endured.
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