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The sight before me takes my breath away.
She does, indeed, have my tie wrapped around her head, which makes me smile affectionately. I drop to my knees, fixing my eyes on hers.
“Hi. I’m Sebastian.”
“You’re a dick,” she says, but it’s not full of malice. Just a statement.
I chuckle. “You caught me. King Dick here. Are you comfortable?”
Her beautiful face twists with confusion. “Are King Dicks supposed to care?”
“When it comes to you, yes. You are all I care about.”
“I need answers. Why did you abduct me?”
“Are you up for a retelling?”
She nods, but then holds her hand up. “Wait. I need to pee, eat, have something to drink, probably pee again and then get comfortable. I’m feeling out of sorts.”
Her admission of vulnerability fills my heart with a joy I’ve never known before and never sought out. I shuffle back, holding my hand out to help her up.
She glares at it for a long moment before she hesitantly presses her palm against mine.
I breathe out slowly.
Baby steps.
ChapterFifteen
Faith
I let Sebastian help me to my feet, only because I feel a bit like a pile of shit, and the urge to pee is nearly breaking me. Luckily, I happen to be locked away in a prison of luxury. This room is absolutely beautiful. It is all white apart from the light brown wood around the windows. It is as big as the whole of the downstairs in Pete’s shithole, and it has an en-suite bathroom with a gorgeous, old-fashioned bathtub on feet as well as a shower that is big enough to sleep in.
I snatch my hand back from Sebastian’s as soon as I’m on my feet and hobble indelicately to the bathroom. Wincing slightly at the pinch in my ankle, but it seems to not be as bad as it felt yesterday. Thank God. I open the door and then give it a good solid slam to show these knobheads that I’m not theirs.
Not yet.
Shut up, inner bitch.
I grimace as the war inside me starts all over and I flick the switch near the door.
The spotlights above my head make me cringe and scrunch my eyes up.
“Too bright,” I mumble and stagger to the toilet.
A few minutes later, I wash my hands and grab the brand-new toothbrush that I find in a fancy holder. Squirting the toothpaste on, I feel like a million quid once the fur is brushed clean from my teeth.
Okay, slight exaggeration.
Ten quid will about cover it.
I wash my face and dry it, only then noticing the tie wrapped around my head.
“Oh, Jesus Christ, you utter twat,” I mutter, yanking it off and scrunching it into a ball in my fist.
What must he think of me?
He is probably regretting his decision to snatch me off the street and thinks he’s been lumbered with a raving lunatic.
