Page 63 of Fall into Savagery

“This is fucking it,” I said. “She is trying to take on too much. Go get me the handcuff, Mikhail.”

It was time I took matters into my own fucking hands.

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I rubbed awaymy bleary eyes from staring at the laptop for so long.

I checked the time.

I had been working for the last two hours. Three hours since a doctor came by to check on Catalina and said she was just exhausted, but nothing seemed to be concerning.

He took some blood from her, but that was about it.

Now, we would just have to wait for her to wake up.

I was currently sitting on the bed beside her.

I thought doing some work would get my mind off of things, but Maxim had been on top of everything since I was taken.

There was really nothing I should be doing.

I leaned back and looked over at her sleeping form.

She looked so peaceful like this.

My fingers gently ran up and down the side of her face.

She scrunched her face up in the most adorable way.

Her eyes fluttered before she opened them, her gaze coming directly to me.

She smiled. “Hey.”

“Hey, pet. How are you feeling?”

She frowned. “Good.”

Judging by her tone of voice, she had forgotten she fainted.

I cupped her cheek. “You scared me.”

“Why?” she asked softly.

I knew the moment she remembered everything. It was as if a lightbulb had turned on in her eyes.

She gasped and sat up in bed, wincing a little before bringing her hand—the hand that I had shackled to me—up to her temple.

She eyed the handcuffs. “Uh, Damien?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Why am I handcuffed to you?”

“Because you are not allowed to get up unless I give you permission.”

“What?”

I let my eyes harden as I took her in. “You fainted. You just dropped to the ground. I thought you were fucking dead for a second. Do you have any idea how that felt?”

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