Banks POV
She stops in front of me and I lower myself to her level and for a very brief moment, I get lost in how expectant she looks: Genuine anticipation. I never thought I'll be happy to show her more.I move the trolley filled with each tools right beside her legs.
"Do you know what this is?" I nod towards the Hand stock. She looks down at it, then back at me.
"No master"I take her wrist and position it into the left hole.The interior is lined: no raw edges. Everything in this room is built to hold without harming.
"Quite a surprise. Your books never taught you that?" She looks up at me and I watch her puffed cheeks turn red.I move to her right wrist but she has it fisted. Her throat works repeatedly, a swallow she keeps starting and not finishing, gulping repeatedly as if it's a
