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I don’t know if Clara’s instincts warned her or if she’s still growing in her abilities. I asked her, and she doesn’t know either.

“So you left.”

“We left,” I echo. “Packed up in the middle of the night, left more of our things behind like we always did when we’re in a desperate rush. But stuff didn’t matter. We drove and drove until we stopped at a gas station and a grizzled old man told us about a pack in Dawley that might be a good place for us to be.”

“You sound tired, sweetheart.” He kisses my forehead. “I think it’s time you let me take some of that weight you’ve been carrying for so long.”

I shake my head. “It’s my job to look after my little sister.”

His fingers grip my chin, angling my head up, and determined, fierce eyes capture mine. “And it’s my job to look after you.”

He kisses me softly. “Sleep now.”

I doubt I will.

Ty refuses to let me pick up the mess in his room, refuses to let me move anywhere but from his lap.

And slowly, the weight of a long couple of days drags my eyelids down as Ty strokes my hair. It’s so perfectly relaxing that I let my eyes close completely.

CHAPTER 21

My nose itches.

I lift my hand to scratch the irritation.

Can’t.

My arms feel… stuck.

Peeling my eyes open, I soon discover why.

I’m tied to the bed.

Ty is sitting naked on a chair alongside it, arms crossed, studying me with hooded eyes.

“What the actual fuck?” I’m well-rested. From the sunlight streaming in, it’s the middle of the day, and I’m buck naked, tied to his bed.

“You left me,” he says quietly.

I stare at him. “And that’s your excuse for tying me to your bed?”

He nods. “It is.”

“But we talked.” I pull on the restraints, what look to be leather belts looped over around my wrists. Eventually, I’ll break them, but it’s going to take me a minute.

“We did, but not about you leaving me,” he agrees calmly. “So after you fell asleep in my arms, I decided this is the way things have to go.”

“By me staying like this? Tied to your bed?” I pull on the restraints again, rattling the bedposts against the wall. I stop before someone gets the idea we’re doing something more exciting in here. Someone might help me. But to do that, they would see me like this.

No one can see me like this. Ever.

He nods.

“I can’t stay like this forever.”

He can’t leave me like this. Can he?

I take in his determined expression, and I start to panic.

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