Chapter Forty-Six.
Caleb sat me down on the foot of the bed before he started working on disinfecting my wounds, bandaging both my hands and wrists. Once he was done he reached for my neck, his fingertips gently grazing over the black and blue bruising. The feel of his tender touch brought me out of my train of thoughts to notice the Pirate Captain, kneeling in front of me. His eyes seemed to fill with sadness at the sight of where Mack had wound his hand around my throat and tried to squeeze the life out of me. I could still feel him pressing himself against my body, looming overhead like a monstrous giant, a sinister glint in his eyes. I knew that only Caleb could ever touch me like that, his fingers tracing the place where Mack had once been, pinning me up against a door and kissing me like he had in B
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