THIS IS FAR from my finest hour.
I promised I wouldn’t hold another person hostage, but that oath got shot to hell the moment I put an unconscious woman into my SUV, drove her to my home, and tied her to my bed.
There wasn’t another option, I reason with myself. She has information I need, and she was hysterical, so I had to subdue her. This newfound morality is nothing but a nuisance, and I much preferred it when I didn’t feel. I can deal with my scruples later because when the woman begins to stir, I sit forward, anxious for her to finally wake.
I’m sitting at the foot of the bed with intent. Like a king takes his place at the head of a table, I want to set the same precedence for my mystery woman. She didn’t cower when most would have, which shows me she is spirited and won’t break e
