Camillio POV
I went out of my dressing room to the bedroom, where I found her sitting on the bed.
Her knees embrace her chest, resting her head on her thighs. She looks vulnerable, and my heart aches for her. I don't want to treat her like that; she's my mate, but I don't have another option. I had to do this so she would run away from me; she's mine now, and I can't let her go.
She lifted her face, noticing my presence.
"Will you uncuff me, please?" she pleaded with big, innocent eyes.
"They hurt me, and I'm afraid they are swollen now and bleeding." She pouts her mouth in a cute way.
"Only if you promise me not to try to run away."
"You have my words," .
I took out the key from the nightstand drawer.
Then I uncuffed her hands, and she was right; her wrist was red and swollen.
